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All things to nothingness descend, Grow old, decay, and meet their end. Man dies, iron rusts, wood fades away; Towers fall, walls crumble, And roses wither in their sway. No name shall linger nor resound Beyond the grave, where silence is found, Unless within a clerk’s wise hand A record’s kept, a story planned. For while all else returns to dust, And flesh and stone betray their trust, It is the pen, with words to send, That grants immortality to men.
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All things to nothingness descend, Grow old, decay, and meet their end. Man dies, iron rusts, wood fades away; Towers fall, walls crumble, And roses wither in their sway. No name shall linger nor resound, Beyond the grave, where silence is found. Unless within a clerk’s wise hand, A record’s kept, a story planned. For while all else returns to dust, And flesh and stone betray their trust, It is the pen, with words to send, That grants immortality to men. The towers fall, the roses fade, Yet words endure, the light they’ve made. Through every line, the past will shine, A lesson drawn from time’s design. No name shall linger nor resound, Beyond the grave, where silence is found. Unless within a clerk’s wise hand, A record’s kept, a story planned. All things to nothingness descend, Yet words endure beyond the end.
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