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I watch minutes grow to hours and how seasons builds the ages |
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Every winter dies in sunlight only to be born again |
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And the rainfall feeds the forests while the lightning strikes the trees |
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Turning giants into dust fertile ashes on the ground |
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I see them going down to the water |
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Where they embrace the silent waves |
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Slowly they're swallowed by the water |
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And their breath ascending to the sky |
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I see them now floating in the water |
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Carried away, carried away |
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I see wasteland turn into gardens watching oceans giving birth |
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To fragile little creatures born to grow and multiply |
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And the children of the children of the firstborn claims the land |
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Building fences for protection from their brothers greedy grasp |
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I watch kingdom rise and crumble and the nations come and go |
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Only new names for the same things once the limits has been reached |
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Now i see them lose their intrest in trhe deeds that have been done |
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And the wisdom that's been found, as they return whence they came. |