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The realm of silence,
Laying awake to the sun. Into morning dew born, Into early dawn's scorn. The time of yesteryear, Brought with it no tear, And there was no fear, There was nothing around here. And man says, I'll live for eternity, For Death knows not of me, And when I'm dead, I'll know not of it. Now the passages grow, Darkness comes alone. Eyes behold mortal wrath, Minds revere war's aftermath. The time of today, Brought with it pain, Brought with it bane, And I look on in shame. But I know, I'll live for eternity, For Death knows not of me, And when I'm dead, I'll know not of it.
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