When everything was said and done
No more doing left to do
Too late to snatch at one last straw
Or need to change that point of view
The die was cast and setting fast
Silence growing day by day
The last train left three weeks ago
Before that final flag display
The game was up but no one cheered
For the future ended here
Washed away in molten ice
No saving graceful charioteer
Peacefully a one last bubble popped
Mountain peaks lay deep below
A pregnant pause as all the natural laws
Refreshed themselves again to grow
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