| The sands of time whittle men down |
| It makes the weak die, it does the same to the strong |
| The icy wind of death blows what's left away |
| At the end of night there is little left for day |
| But the great are left untouched at dawn |
| For none can touch what some recall |
| And so there are those who live forever |
| Immortals by names, the ones we call legends |
| The ones who were right, the ones who were wrong |
| The ones who were wise, the ones who were strong |
| The ones who were fools, the ones who were intelligent |
| The ones who were boring, and the one we called Derrick. |
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