Time's river in its rushing current
Sweeps all the human deeds away,
And fills an abyss of oblivion
With nations, kingdoms and their kings,
But if there is something remaining
Through sounds of lyre or trumpet’s air,
Will enter the Eternal gullet—
And will not flee the common Fate.

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