A nice thing to dream of, a nice thing to think.
To live for eternity, and to death, never to sink.
But think again, about eternity, never to die,
to see all your friends pass away before your very eye.
You would suffer tragedy after tragedy, death after death,
till you pray to utter your very last breath.
But your prayers come unanswered because of this curse.
So be careful what you wish for, for immortality is adverse.

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