It rained in Rome,
it was sunny but it rained.
It seemed fresh, like a city brand new,
and the ruins glimmered,
in the shimmering sun.
And as I looked,
I suddenly remembered,
that nothing lasts forever.
Not clouds.
Not kingdoms.
Not rainstorms.
- A t t i cu s
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