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we're merely just a speck of dust

among the countless others

in the web of events

that unfolded before us

and soon we will be forgotten

like the ancestors we've never known

the gods won't turn us into constellations

and the angels won't sing our names

when we're six feet underground

they won't remember what we did

we had our moment in time,

now we're just a part of history

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