Memories of a life on earth go flashing past,
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Of home, of Grauben, friends of whom he's seen his last
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Contemplating what his life's been worth,
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While trapped beneath the earth,
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An embryo at birth
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Pain and fear destroy the beauty I have seen,
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Of caverns, where no other man has been
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Silurian epoch hosts me as my grave,
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My final blow I wave,
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A life too late to save
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Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears,
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Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries
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Recollection
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| Rick Wakeman |
