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Fleeting, flying
Racing onward never a change
seconds to
minutes to
hours to
days following nights without end

seasons,
years,
centuries
passing as kingdoms crumble.

Only Time is sovereign.

And what is man
with his works and his buildings
striving and
trying and
hoping to
leave behind some small legacy

his cities,
his kings,
he himself
all revert to creations dust

Only Time is sovereign.

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