Each one walks with his footsteps left behind.
Some on clay, some on sand and some on shore.
Each one wants to leave, with his footsteps left.
To achieve it, some do atrocities
On the earth, in the air or in the seas,
Knowing that their death takes no memories
To know the events past and in future
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