'How I wish I was free from attachments’
So often we hear people cry
To possessions and people, they cling to everything
And are miserable till they die
Nothing is ours, this truth don't we know?
We come with nothing and with nothing we go
Still out of ignorance we get attached
We foolishly think it is real, not a show
If we want to be happy, we must learn to let go
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'How I wish I was free from attachments’
So often we hear people cry
To possessions and people, they cling to everything
And are miserable till they die
Nothing is ours, this truth don't we know?
We come with nothing and with nothing we go
Still out of ignorance we get attached
We foolishly think it is real, not a show
If we want to be happy, we must learn to let go
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