Cliffs of Death

All my life I sit at the cliffs,
Swinging my legs over the edge.
But I can see well enough from here;
No need to jump for a better view.
So after I’ve seen enough,
I get up much refreshed,
With that go on my way,
Along this side of the shore.
I am an ever-dying man,
Who lives in thoughts of life.
But never will I die,
Nor ever come to life.

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