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Remembering promises, |
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Once made but now unspoken, |
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Born of child like minds, |
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These shadows of the past are now forsaken. |
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From the dawn of your first day, |
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To this death bed on which you lay, |
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To survive we must comply, |
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With the ritual of your life. |
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Can you remember things we said, |
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The dreams our expectations, |
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Like ashes scattered in the wind, |
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There is no recollection. |
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Throughout the passing years, |
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Faith will allay your years, |
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Follow the holy rites, |
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In the ritual of your life. |
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Life an endless ritual |
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Continuation perpetual |
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Throughout the passing years, |
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Faith will allay your years, |
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Follow the holy rites, |
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In the ritual of you life. |
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Try to remember if you can, |
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The pacts we made most solemn, |
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Hands of time have brought decay, |
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Those memories are forgotten. |
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Now as you reach the end, |
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All pain you must transcend, |
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When you die you can't deny, |
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The ritual of your life. |
