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Time flies by, while souls meet and drift through existence. Our lives |
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Coalesce, through acts, touch, and intimacy. We await the future to fulfil |
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Our hopes and expectations. But somehow we neglect what the past has |
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Brought, to easily we forget. |
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The plague from ignorance will lead to the downfall of man. |
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Stories and mysteries from olden times, are signs of what will come. The |
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Future is a result of the past and present, the legacy of our ancestors |
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Carved in stone. Can't we see how its been bleeding? Can't we read the signs |
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From the past? Can't we see how it's all repeating? Consumed by time, what |
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Will last? |
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Hear the screams of the tawny owl, a certain sign of death. Beware of the |
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Howling wolf, roaming through night for a pray. The raven stretches its |
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Claws, sharpened to attack. Creating a mood of fear, the dreaded |
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Griefbringer in black. The sorcery of the night's creatures, an omen of what |
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Will come. Lack of faith in olden wisdom, spawns the doom of our lifeform. |
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The plague from ignorance will lead to the downfall of man. |
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Respect must be earned, while learning comes through listening. By acting |
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What you're taught you respect what has been. Much is told, but more is |
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Forgotten. When the tales are ignored, our legacy will rotten. |