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Memory of man
Sometimes it feels like
this will last forever.
This world, this place,
the big cities we live in.
Yet, our entire existence,
is but a grain of sand in
Time's great hourglass.
One day not a trace of us
will be left...
Then vast deserts will be
were great cities once were.
And the memory of man,
is dust.
this will last forever.
This world, this place,
the big cities we live in.
Yet, our entire existence,
is but a grain of sand in
Time's great hourglass.
One day not a trace of us
will be left...
Then vast deserts will be
were great cities once were.
And the memory of man,
is dust.
Published 17th May 2014
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17th May 2014 2:57pm
That's a sad story of a man's well being. But I get it the story, rest in pieces? True!
17th May 2014 3:31pm
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- Edited 23rd Oct 2019 7:38am
18th May 2014 2:53am
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- Edited 15th May 2018 9:39pm
18th May 2014 8:35am
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