all gone all faded past
the stage is empty struck
a fading edge of luck
the first is become last
too soon all will be past
all that is good will suck
and fall deep into muck
the die has now been cast
the moon lies in the east
we're deep here in the shade
the answer will not keep
we can't tell man from beast
not even on parade
too late for us to sleep
20 November 2007
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