All Changes but Change Itself

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The animals, will be brought to life,
And too soon again, meet the knife.
The trees, will grow from the ground,
And too soon again, will they be downed.
The days will pass, and turn to night,
And too soon again, will there be light.
In the cemetery, holes are made,
And too soon again, works the spade.
As many lives, wax and wane
And young boy, turns to cane.
For all changes, but change itself,
And all changes, but change itself.