Like a white stone deep in a dry well lying
This hard and clear memory lies in me
I cannot strive, nor have I heart for striving
It is such pain and yet such ecstasy
It seems to me that someone looking closely
Into my eyes would see it at its pale
And see it would grow sadder and more the fool
Than one who listens to a bitter tale
The ancient gods changed men to things but left them
A consciousness that smouldered endlessly
And morrow these sorrows might endure forever
You've been changed into a memory
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