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I hear the whisper of the wind |
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I see the dust coming down |
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I hear the murmurs and regrets |
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I feel the time passing by |
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I blow the hope of life |
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Life that comes and goes |
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Cause only the time makes time |
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Of lived lifetime that fades away |
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Alien to the pain and sore of the world |
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The time walks without measure |
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Taking dust, laziness and disgrace |
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Carrying the vanities of life |
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And moment by moment, minutes away |
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The wind blows, the rain cries, the sun smiles |
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The day is coming, and night's falling |
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Without losing the compass, without losing the hour |
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And this is time passing by |
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Time of glories, suffering and love |
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Victory's time, time's lost |
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Time of time that for a long time ago |
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Dominated by the battle of love |
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I ask to the time |
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Healing the injure and pain |
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And doing the duty of creation |
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Cause death sprouts life, time with no time |
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Time with no way out escape |
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The magic time of doubts |
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Begins strait to the infinite |
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Walks bearing to begin |
