| Withering time, so elusive
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| So shapeless
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| Graceful coul, crumbling glory
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| It will revive
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| Exalt the endless chain
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| Exalt the withering times
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| Time decides what lives or dies
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| Time can crawl and time can fly
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| It can wither and erase
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| It can make a new beginning
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| There is nothing time can’t beat
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| There is nothing time will need
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| To destroy and bloom again
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| A vicious circle older than the earth
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| Decay, destroy to reform again
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| Withering time
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| Withering time, so elusive
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| So shapeless
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| Graceful coul, crumbling glory
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| It will revive
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| Exalt the endless chain
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| Exalt the withering times
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| Broken windows, blistering paint
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| Lashing winds, hot suns and rain wood has splintered, walls are cracked
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| The elements are just as vicious
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| All that men have made won’t last
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| In the future as in the past
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| But our memories are strong
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| And will out live all circles of time
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| Time; |
| transcend beyond all life, transcend beyond
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| On! |
| until the end of time, on and on!
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| Live! |
| before we waste our time, withering time
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| Withering time, so elusive
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| So shapeless
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| Graceful coul, crumbling glory
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| It will revive
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| Exalt the endless chain
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| Exalt the withering times |