Lives of great men all remind us
we may make our lives sublime
And so departing leave behind us
Footprints in the sands of time
And with the writing I will show you
Looking in the days beyond recall
As I lecture back with the spirits of the other time
I'm living in the future
I'm looking in the future
I'm living in the future
Not a sound was heard
No call came from the bird
Only the carpet of green
From towering trees was seen
Where have they all gone?
Why was there no song?
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