It’s sad.
How no one knows the man
Whose name appears on the stone.
Not the story before he end up there.
He must be completely alone.

It’s sad.
How no one remembers her.
She who lies under the grass.
Oblivious to the time that pass.
And the words said since.

It’s sad.
That we’ll be like them.
And it’s just a question of when.
And I’m afraid because then,
I can truly say I’m gone.

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