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When time is full from eating lives, And lets the first soul slip into infinity, Then the age of man Will be forgotten Into the age beyond As one of countless, Forgettable ages past. And the men who time remembers Will weep the more bitterly For knowledge of the age beyond. Beyond their poorly timed births. They will jump and leap And build ridiculous ladders, And brew ill fated potions, To try and magic their way beyond. But they will scream and wail And beg to stay in the age of man When time comes To swallow them down Into the age of death. And the age beyond Has already forgotten to remember.