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Withering time, so elusive |
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So shapeless |
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Graceful coul, crumbling glory |
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It will revive |
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Exalt the endless chain |
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Exalt the withering times |
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Time decides what lives or dies |
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Time can crawl and time can fly |
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It can wither and erase |
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It can make a new beginning |
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There is nothing time can't beat |
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There is nothing time will need |
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To destroy and bloom again |
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A vicious circle older than the earth |
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Decay, destroy to reform again |
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Withering time |
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Withering time, so elusive |
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So shapeless |
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Graceful coul, crumbling glory |
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It will revive |
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Exalt the endless chain |
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Exalt the withering times |
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Broken windows, blistering paint |
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Lashing winds, hot suns and rain wood has splintered, walls are cracked |
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The elements are just as vicious |
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All that men have made won't last |
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In the future as in the past |
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But our memories are strong |
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And will out live all circles of time |
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Time; transcend beyond all life, transcend beyond |
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On! until the end of time, on and on! |
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Live! before we waste our time, withering time |
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Withering time, so elusive |
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So shapeless |
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Graceful coul, crumbling glory |
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It will revive |
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Exalt the endless chain |
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Exalt the withering times |
