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Do you remember the giant's world when infantail heroes restrained the dragon with millboard swords? |
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Now memories blearly begin to clear up |
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As the weight of the day slows our courageous way. |
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And we're chasing the day |
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Walking the aisles we observe old fragments of difficult realities and unbroken pasts. |
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And with knowing we stumble on familiar ways |
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Yet we see all of those places through a sober stare. |
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Still we're chasing the day |
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We did cling to longing hopes and expectations |
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Now the relics resound from shadows of reminiscense, it seems. |
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Tired and weary, dusk grips our hearts as we attempt to renew the bond with ages gone by... |
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And we bury the day |