Even the sun must die
As music notes played
Though they be the same song
“Take no thought for tomorrow”--
Written once
Said through eternity
We do not cry for that which was,
Instead for that which cannot be
So
Crash your cymbals
Be they tinkling or otherwise
Stomp with the fury of foolish men
Rage
Even as your sun burns into twilight
For not every story is repeated
But none can recount that which has never been told
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