Those were of lazy afternoons
Now
Down the glade
Go the first grey nocturnal shades
Their time be come
Their time be come
And as the seconds and the minutes
Tick
And then the hours
Their time be more,
More coming.
The ticking of the tragedy aha!
That be for Earth too
And in the coming
But we,
We dazed by the absinthe
Of power glory riches
Just laugh
Yet
That does not stop tragedy ticking
No, not tragedy.
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