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Tombs
Great men die, and so they lie
In their tombs and graves
Glorified, magnified
By their followers and slaves
Quiet mounds on the Downs
Lasting through the many ages
May cover cruel tyrants
Rather than wise sages
All men must die, all tombs will lie
Tuesday 18th July 2017 5:54 pm
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