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Mortality | ||
| Rocky cliffs all green and gray Guard the trail along the way. Jagged rocks in silence stand, Watching all the lower land: Sentinels who've seen so much, Cold and rigid to the touch. Quartz is shining here and there, Slowly showing signs of wear. Still it's bright and full of cheer, Glistening throughout the year. How much older rocks than we, Showing our mortality. | ||
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