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On some evenings, when
The wind is quiet and the
Evening is full of life,
You will see that glowing
Peak in the distance;
I walked up the slopes
Of that glowing mount
One night and there bore I
Witness to an ancient God.
I am left to wonder now;
Will it remember me in
Ages after I am passed?
Or am I just a passing
Face in its eternal watch?