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What can we say of time
But that tis like a stream
Flowing ever further in the unknown
Like a boat without paddles
Unable to go back to what has been proven or shown
For what remains of ancient battles?
All our greatest works reduced to sand
As the test of time none can stand
Then what of my flesh, my bones
 My friend the eternal river claims even imperial thrones
For gold will rust
And all shall be reduced to dust

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 05, 2018 ⏰

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