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Who knows where we will be in decades to come.
The sun will rise as the moon begins to wane.
The river will flow, the deer will run,
swans will glide on water and fly through air.
And these stones?
Well, they've been here for millennia already.
Elegy or legacy?
Ah, that's for you to decide.
