Your walls have crumbled down to dust
Your memory's in decay
While time records your earthly lust
with statues by the way

Fragmented pieces of the past
lives of another day
Oh, have you found your peace at last
asleep along the way

Or do you walk the winds at night
Where minstrels used to play
Weeping for your shattered might
Like rain upon the way?

In any case I wish you well
When death makes me obey
Perhaps I'll join you, who can tell?
Yes, who can know the way?

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