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NOTHING REALLY MATTERS

Swinging down my family tree
I leave the future to the featureless
But name you as the most I loved.

The babble of humanity
disturbs the air,its clamorous sounds confuse my ears
Indecipherable as ragged brooks.

Now,here I stand,anonymous
Among the people of an age swept under by the storms of time
Beneath a carpet of forgotten years.

All that has been heard and said
All that will be said and heard
Is but as water crashing on the stones.
Written by Ernest
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