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There, at a bustling intersection
Lie the remnants of the past
Lives lost, mouldering in time
Reduced to the common soil
A fence gives them boundary
That none shall pass too near
Whilst names wear by elements
THat give no quarter beyond
Ages turn to epochs unnoted
Faces lost forever in time
Familiar features long gone
Amidst the dead leaves lying
The living pass by routinely
Giving not but a single glance
The terror of mortality glaring
Accelerating on day by day
Each episode an unseen stone
They pile up entombing one
Inevitable course of purpose
Finding fool, a drone, and sage
Memento mori, living well
Tommorrow is not promised
Legacies left enduring eternal
Grant us lasting anonymity
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