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the end.

the irony of life
is our greatest fear is to forget,
yet it's the only certain fate
that anything has ever met,
we know one day our earth
will find itself victim to time,
that nothing will be left
to tell of your story or mine,
and still through life we rush
scrabbling for something to remember,
perish the though that ash be ash
and not the memory of an ember.