| The impassable mud will spill over a drop of March,
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| Short days will scatter on the leaves of October,
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| Summer is a bright spark, it will flash, as it never was
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| And this eternal carousel will spin again.
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| Chorus:
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| In a spiral, the movement to infinity will spin.
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| Beyond the gates of time, what is deserved will be handed over,
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| Everything that has been done will be remembered and fairly appreciated.
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| To change the poles of fate, it will no longer work there.
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| To change the poles of fate, it will no longer work there.
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| Beyond the gates of time purity is unreal,
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| Beyond the gates of time there will be Easter joy,
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| Behind the gates of time, someone later, and someone a little earlier,
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| Beyond the gates of time there is no deceit, there will be no falsehood.
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| Chorus:
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| In a spiral, the movement to infinity will spin.
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| Beyond the gates of time, what is deserved will be handed over,
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| Everything that has been done will be remembered, fairly appreciated,
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| To change the poles of fate, it will no longer work there.
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| In a spiral, the movement to infinity will spin.
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| Beyond the gates of time, what is deserved will be handed over,
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| Everything that has been done will be remembered, fairly appreciated,
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| To change the poles of fate, it will no longer work there.
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| To change the poles of fate, it will no longer work there.
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| To change the poles of fate, it will no longer work there. |