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It is almost the year two thousand

av Robert Frost.

Armageddon, av Nikolas Roerich.

To start the world of old

We had one age of gold

Not labored out of mines,

And some say there are signs

The second such has come,

The true Millenium,

The final golden glow

To end it. And if so

(And science ought to know)

We well may raise our heads

From weeding garden beds

And annotating books

To watch this end deluxe.