| That which fades away
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| Will not stay the same
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| In your night you trampled on the flame
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| Reckless haste before an amen
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| Burning your wise men
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| In search for fools gold in deserted landscapes
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| Still rambling on
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| Indulging in your thirst
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| Laid aside salt when kneeling by the water
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| Not to hear or never to speak first
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| That which fades will not stay the same
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| Not to hear or never to speak first
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| The storm ends my way at the dusk of day
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| Triumph in song or defeat
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| Retrieve the bitter or the sweet
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| Would you bury the old or the young instead?
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| Answered in questions or yet unsaid?
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| That which faded did not stay the same
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| In black night you may have found a flame
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| While these golden plates are now emptied
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| You’re most welcome to the house of grief |