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As the world turns again |
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Lifetimes come to an end |
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Days are lost in a void |
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Closer with every turn |
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I felt the earth move |
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Yet grounded to my core |
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Watched the clouds race past |
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An age transpired before my eyes |
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As the day turns to night |
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Forced into confinement |
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But no peace will I find |
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Just counting hours by |
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I felt the earth move |
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Revolting beneath my feet |
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Each moment deceives the mind |
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And our perceptions of time |
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Void of being and light |
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As year pass by the Reaper's hourglass deplets |
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All life will cease |
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Seeking the past |
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Always chasing the horizon |
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How long before we reach the end of the road |
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And our names are carved in stone |
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Endless aeons begin |
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As I watch the dead Sun burn |
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Before your demise |
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Close your weary eyes |
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In the back of your mind |
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You'll see the final Sands of Time |
