I lament the passing of the golden age,
When bold dreamers once glared
Longingly, at the moonlight on the water;
And thrived in their wild summer madness.
I lament the loss of belief in a higher force:
Once teeming creation was thought
To be charged by a divine spark:
That gave meaning, form and drive to life
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