| It knows no time, life or race
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| Terminates, leaves just an empty space
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| It rises high, black and shapeless
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| Falls low, smooth and soundless
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| All in it’s way, will be gone like yesterday
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| Crawling faster, our disaster
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| Now it has come to take us there
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| To the place where we all beware
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| And who knows what it has to show
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| We’ll figure it out from down below
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| Next in line, a sorrowed face
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| Swept away, end of chase
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| Another foolish desperate try
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| Keeps me asking the question, why?
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| Prayers are good, for lack of sense
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| The final stand, darkness so dense
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| Now it has come to take us there
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| To the place where we all beware
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| And who knows what it has to show
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| We’ll figure it out from down below
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| Even though the sun might shine now
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| The shade will come and tuck you in
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| Even if your life’s divine now, it too shall end
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| You’re in denial, trying to turn away
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| But it will catch up on you someday
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| Maybe tomorrow or the next decade
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| But everyone will face eternal shade
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| Even though the sun might shine now
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| The shade will come and tuck you in
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| Even if your life’s divine now it too shall end |