| In this passing world
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| There’s no time to regret
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| Life’s too fast to fold
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| So why lie to yourself
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| ‘cause there’s nothing more
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| «Can't you see my light?»
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| That what mirrors behold
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| «Don't speak, let me shine bright»
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| You, my flower blown by the whispers of age
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| Beauty in the storm that relentlessly fades
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| Cold through the winter of life
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| Pulled down below into an ocean of lies
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| My withering rose
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| What a dreadful curse
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| Cast by nature on life
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| Nothing lasts forever
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| Can’t turn back the hands of time
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| Like a grain of sand
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| «Pray for me my Lord»
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| In its hourglass awaits
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| «For the burden I hold»
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| For the very end when all torments decay
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| And the vanity will leave your heart in peace
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| Cold through the winter of life
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| Pulled down below into an ocean of lies
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| My withering rose
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| «My lady listen to your beloved King
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| I can see your eyes are now scared
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| And veiled by the mist of despair
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| Do not be conquered by your own fears
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| Don’t let the illusion of perfection seduce you
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| Or you will be lost forever»
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| Cold through the winter of life
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| Pulled down below into an ocean of lies
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| My withering rose
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| Desperate while my youth fades away
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| Sorrow is dragging my soul down
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| There’s no word you can say to save me
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| My love |