We were all once poor men
humble and shyborn in the same way
with the same
dark eyes.
Forgotten, we will soon be
Missed, we will soon fade
upon ashes, under ashes
the earth will speak our name.
So what then this
our moment of time
where pyramids were once formed
something more glorious will soon arise
What mark shall we stamp
on this day
this hour
this night
waste it not dear friend
there is but one clock
that chimes.
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