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Millenniums, swallowing lives of nations and casting generations down in the dust and oblivion, mortifying hopes of people, why can't |
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I touch your spectral surface. |
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Why can't |
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I see my future and my past? |
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Chronicles of mankind's existence, ruins of great cities, all drowned in the time sand, all was life somewhere, somewhere in the past. (But could I be there?) |
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River of times flowing with countless streams of lives, parallel realities and unrealizable future, can |
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I find my ship in you? |
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Whirl of destiny and the waters of |
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Chronos are interlacing in the thin string of life. |
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Voices of infinity are heard in the every thought and every thought is the beginning of lives of many. |
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Every soul is eternal in the tunnels and roads of possible destinies. |
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And I will pour myself in this flow of time. |
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I will leave my trace in the page of eternity. |