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Come up from your crosses |
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And graves filled with dust |
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The clouds of your losses |
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Will darken the path that guides your soul |
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Years arrive and pass it seems |
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In a breath of sorrow |
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But the wheel of time will never cease |
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So we roam in the shadow of a dream |
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Time takes the world from under me |
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The sands beneath my feet |
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Are falling fast |
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Trapped in the hourglass |
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Weave sinews to your weary tread |
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The shallow of your twisted soul |
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Will never stop the spinning thread |
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Time to shake the twilight into flaks of fire |
