A Torchbearer
GREAT cities rise and have their fall; the brassThat held their glories moulders in its turn.Hard granite rots like an uprooted weed,And ever on the palimpsest...
GREAT cities rise and have their fall; the brassThat held their glories moulders in its turn.Hard granite rots like an uprooted weed,And ever on the palimpsest...
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