In sighing dust, in vacant rooms br Somebody died once, some were born; br But no one remembers, do not ask br How it was- or would have been. br br Someone danced there, some left alone, br Some made love till dawn; br Some still remember, some forget br Do not ask, to remember the dead. br br Whose dust we stir, whose shadow's there br Whose name has since been lost; br It is the same now, as was then- br Life summons only once..