I, the son of fragile mortality
A living soul and then nothing
me who would be cast as a die
standing and adoring the yellow sunset declines
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Beautiful rendition of words to utmost justice. Dust to dust is a most. An insightful depiction of vanity upon vanity. Thanks for sharing Nero.