Eternity has one answer, just one:
The birth of stars, the planets’ run,
And the lamppost he holds up alone -
Some strange and drunken citizen.
A hundred thousand stars shall die for aye,
A hundred thousand times a new star’s ray,
But still he’ll while away his age-
Some strange and drunken man astray.
Some strange and drunken citizen
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