It would all pass away
Those things we hold dear
In silence, one pace at a time
A sinking ship, a wealthy house
The poor old lady
All gone, one pace at a time
The suckling child
The young teen with fine shape
All gone, one pace at a time
Beauty timeless, written in
Barren lands and running streams
The whole powers submitted
At mankind’s feet
All gone, one pace at a time
Death cannot allow us all
There would some wreakling
Of its bound
All done, one pace at a time
MO.
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