On the waves of time
Under the sail of reviving dreams
Souls of the old rimes
Swooned in endless sunset-coloured years
Nameless shapes dressed up to the Sun
Same souls in paltry shreds of clays
Notch signs to mark all the dreams
Miles roll from the Past
The Future eat them away
Fading words of theirs're
Cockles in swirls of newborn days
Nameless shapes dressed up to the Sun
Same souls in paltry shreds of clays
Notch signs to mark all the dreams
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