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My victories I know of well |
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but in my eyes they dim fast into nothing |
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A constant of struggles |
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by not knowing a static foundation. |
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Always tomorrow, never today. |
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Always tomorrow, forget I pled for yesterday. |
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Only he that fears dying will pave his way |
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according to his will through life. |
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In no record of time will it read |
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Of how the world was won nor lost. |
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Be it what may ahead in time |
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Only a memory lit for a second in eternity's passing. |
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It will not remain to be saved. |
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It will shatter, and gone as it never ever were. |
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Only he that fears dying will pave his way |
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according to his will through life. |
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Only I that hear the children crying |
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will save the day following this crippled life. |
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Such is the path of this solitude |
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It's not for you, not for anyone but one. |
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One of struggles, choices come now |
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One of losses made strong. |
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Such is the path of this solitude |
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It's not for you, not for anyone but one. |
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Only he that fears dying will pave his way |
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according to his will through life. |
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His will through life. |
