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There, but for the grace of our |
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Gods go you and |
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I*Down roads none dare to follow |
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Sands buried the graves of our former lives |
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Smile and wave and let them go |
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To rise above the mires of old days long died |
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Know they won't come again |
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Let the years roll in and drown our yesterdays |
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Time is a stream with no end in sight |
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As dark as it is cold |
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Flowing by as we pray for the source to run dry |
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That we may never grow old |
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We long to rest our tired bones by our fires |
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And drink to the days |
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Let the years roll in and drown our yesterdays |
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Born on our knees we all long |
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For a fawn to sooth and calm |
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And with our arrows bring her down |
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Here, let me rest in your loft for a while |
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Before I have to walk home |
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Through the streets bathed in the light |
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Of a thousand fires |
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Of a cold and angry world |
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In time we'll reconcile with old days long died |
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Know they won't come again |
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Let the years roll in, drown our yesterdays |