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The New
Which of course began with the old
days of legend and of those times
these times...
we know them not when they are
because they are not until they pass
And as I pass,
things are in disrepair,
things tremble and fail under the weight of time
as i walk by...
what happened to what used to be
in stories; tales told to me
they passed and were renewed unknown
to those who see them of their own
and do not know these were the times
and are them still...
these are the times against our will
but we will know them ages hence
as wonderous days that we have spent
in disrepair;
for they were never broken...
