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Author: Guede Mazaka
Notes: For commodorified. Original work, so please don't steal.
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The earth's deep and wet
Grass crumbles from stones
And stones crumble to ashes
You see the bone here
The black-tarnished silver coin there
You trace the ages from layer to layer
And you look in vain for the gold limn of Camelot.
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