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Made it around to me
Lost was someone found found to be
Pursuing posterity
To oblivion
Bearers of proverbs
To the mountain fled
And the ones left behind
Another way must find
No use recalling why
Long hours crawling by
Best efforts falling shy
Of the horizon
A prize here, a loss there
None the worse for wear
Tributes echo faraway
Through the incessant fray
Loosed by shadow
Fearsome had been the sight
Image hollow
Slain in the morning light
When things inconceivable
Become believable
We're near irretrievable
Loss of all reason
Fleetingly they proclaim
Homage to a name
While to the genuine
Willfully disinclined
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| © 2007, 2014. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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