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Gone
We can leave the biggest mark, or stay distant and mute
But all fades away, our future in ashes and soot
No matter how we try, our life here just a whisper
Living like a gust of wind, barely seen and whisker
When we die all will be forgotten, our name a distant cry
Remember that you will die
But all fades away, our future in ashes and soot
No matter how we try, our life here just a whisper
Living like a gust of wind, barely seen and whisker
When we die all will be forgotten, our name a distant cry
Remember that you will die
Published 24th Jan 2023
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