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Tables turn,

On a cobbled floor,

Pictures remind us,

That nothing be sure.



But such as nothing,

Doesn't exist,

Nothing comes,

And nothing it sits.



Trouble no fool,

To make forget,

What killed the chicken, Before the egg?



But forgoe be the will,

To stay or remain,

For time it be gone,

When ours was the blame.



Sometimes it be wonder.

Did it and How?

As it said thank-you,

With curtsey and bow.