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Black clouds gather |
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Small drops are born and whirled down |
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They splash against the cold ground |
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Perplexed and ignorant of what to come |
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Engulfed by a stream and carried away by the current |
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All attempts to get away are in vain |
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And the stream just keeps going, keeps growing |
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A chaotic ride in the torrent of life |
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The moment we are born we begin to die |
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Mortal souls longing for salvation |
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A carnival of mindless and blind forms the world |
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Lying, drying, dying |
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Crushing against sharp rocks the drops are shattered |
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And cast up in the blue sky |
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Struck by rays of light they evaporate and disappear |
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Nothing ever changes |
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Small drops drown among millions of others |
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In their search for an explanation |
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Thousands of archaic lies disguised as solutions |
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Save from absurdity |
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Searching for meaning |
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Striving for innocence |
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Following the prescribed |
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The only thing that gives strength |
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The moment we are born we begin to die |
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Mortal souls yearning for salvation |
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A carnival of mindless and blind forms the world |
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Lying, drying, dying |
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Black clouds gather... |