What do we live for,
To become a memory unforgotten?
But memories too crumble,
So what, in the end, have we gotten.
Nothing, I say,
No end to this play.
Tis banishment for us all,
So live long and live tall.
What awaits us in the fog,
Is not for us to know.
This what we have,
This is what we got.
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