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Soon enough, soon enough. 
A striking key has struck; 
     A bell, with which conveyed a light with urgency
But haste! 
Make way for falling skies
For you aren't who you ought to be
And lingers tricks of lights or spells 
In spaces not invaded, alas
You took the easy route and found yourself
Busy existing 
And existing, it is hard
Where are they? They those ancient adventures
And were they, are they
anything?
A quick little thing it seems now
Yet once so long they said 
Eternity in a second, the second being dead.