Oh one day this will be over. Where men once walked seeds will grow. Oh the moss it moves so slowly. But over our ideas it shall go. We are here for the shortest time. A footnote in the book of Earth. Our waste and need of power. Means nothing to the sea and sun. Charlie please don't cry. We reap what we sow. Things will grow After we die
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