Many thoughts ago...

Many thoughts ago, 
Before I was made of stone,
An age of all these dreamers,
Burning all around.

Many thoughts ago,
An age of all these dreams,
Before I was made of stone,
Burning all around.

Burning all around,
Many thoughts ago,
Before I was made of stone dreams,
An age of all these memories.

Before I was made of stone,
I know I was a tracing mark,
I am just a memory,
marked in ink and granite. 

The End

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