Like the wind from the East
I fade away with it
My memory will not last
The Earth will still spin
And my family will move on
How am I supposed to live
Knowing that I will fade
No one will remember my name
The creatures of the Earth
Will not mourn my passing
How, then, do I go on
Knowing that I have made no impact
No impact on the Earth
Except my footprints on the soil
Like the wind from the East
I will fade away with it
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