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C'est le pingouin, il brille de mille feux. Il nous éclaire dans sa grande bonté.

The dream of the future you see dissolves
And with time so does the apprehension
The world under sun is no exception
And all you see around you evolves

New traits in things familiar can be sensed
But futile is hope without fruition
The grief you knew begets no vision
The happiness you felt becomes regret

Winter fades and takes its cold and storm
Spring revives the world with love and warmth
But still the law: all things decay and age

Vanity itself won’t dry your tears
And so you fear as your time draws near
The world will turn but never change

Luís de Camões