Have to read patiently books from past centuries?
Books of those rarely seen hidden for ages
Painted walls, portraits drawn of great empires and royal lawns
Tapestries in banquet halls, vanished from memory
Now there's nothing left to be shown
The works of unknowns
I divide, multiply, write what I learn
And why lecture to younger minds with sense and reason
I devise formulas with chemical and minerals
Ponder life through telescopes and question one's purpose
Now there's nothing left to be shown
The works of unknowns
Have to be commonly known as one family
Lengthy genealogies of who came before us
Branches of family trees drawn by those after these
Pages, proper histories, lived then forgotten
Now there's nothing left to be shown
The works of unknowns

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