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Fortune, fortune

Where are you now

As our blindness leads us

From the cave to the grave and

All that we had learned we left

At the foot of yesterday’s

Memorial stone

It’s granite as cold as the

Hearts that we hold and

Etched with the words

That we speak too late

And buried in the sand we

Hide our heads and faces blind

Like the touch we fear will

Give us all away as if

Another world would take us

Beyond the walls we build and press

Our heads against

Oh fortune fortune

Where are you now?