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I walk along the sandy shoresand gaze upon the wavesAs they splash just once morewashing to the shore in octave
On and in they keep on rollingthere seems an endless repetitionInto the sands of time they’re perishingonly to disappear, as if being an illusion
For time consumes the waves;each wave never the same but newOnly to die upon the sands, no age;no form but just a memory’s hew
Roaring aloud and as they diethey exhort a mighty sigh;For here is the end of the line;here lies the sands of time.
Our lives are just rolling waves;as we perish a new rolls alongSoon we are forgotten, only graveswith the wind howling sorrowful songs.