| A story about a story told before…
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| Questions to answer and no answers to a question asked before
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| What advantage does a man have as he labors all his life under the sun?
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| As the wind lashes and time evades
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| Forth comes the wind circles and goes forth back again…
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| To nurse or planet an orchid only to remain with seeds again to built,
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| and harvest thin air…
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| Carried away by spirits carried away…
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| Perennial pain, night tears, rain and the sun in her place again
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| Places unknown to man, and man who don’t know their place
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| Carried away by the spirits, carried away…
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| The dead son of the dead
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| No memories of the first and the last leaves no memory
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| The wise is buried aside the fool
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| A generation comes and withers away and the land forever standing
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| The end is set, and so is the beginning
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| Rather die as a lion, then live as a dog
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| Rather go with a blast, and then fade to the fog
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| To dream all night long, and awake at a bog
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| Evil feeds on good, who breeds evil again
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| Saw the dance insane
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| Saw slaves on horses (and lords on foot)
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| Riches turn to hay
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| Minds and bone decay
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| I saw flesh burning!
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| The mortal coil-rendered into ash
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| Oh all statues stoic, but hide a brutal demise
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| The days of long since past… and old I have become
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| All that was promised has turned to dust
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| Hymns and prayers have come to pass
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| Subdued and addicted, so perplexed, alas!
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| And man within the mind’s corridors-lost
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| Saw the sounds and heard the sights
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| I’ve seen the sounds, and I’ve heard the sights
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| Nothing matters but myriad moments of grace… |