For all that intends
Comes back round again
To reach its own
Way to go
Calculating electricity
Monumental ships to sea
Canals wrath drought
With rain
Cut deep plowed path
It'll grow
But I fear not without
Without
Ancient remains
Some sparkle then go
A blink
Eternity's eye
Dust, specks, see
Hear, weap, thee
Running deep & far
In all directions
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