What will they say When my great-grandchildren Are long dead? What words will grace their lips To tell of my existance When several worlds have replaced the one I live in? How will it be, How will I be existing In a future I can't even fathom? Will I live? Am I now speaking beyond the grave Are you reserecting me By letting my thoughts, stow-a-aways on these words, Penetrate your thinking? Or I am lost? have eyes been shut to me, and has silenced killed me? But if you are reading this, Which you have to be, I am living, You are keeping death away from me.Birth sign: Gemini
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