| Monumental construction
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| A city built of marble
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| Endless war, constant struggle
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| Monarchies disintegrate
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| Vanished throughout a sea of numbers
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| Driven to explore a brave new world
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| Separated; |
| lost in history
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| Ensnared in a forgotten era
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| Each grain of sand; |
| a fragile part of life
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| Our son has gone astray
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| They plea,
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| «Stop the tour.»
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| He retorts, «I can’t answer for
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| A child’s drive to explore
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| And just completely ignore
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| The warning from Pendulous corp.
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| You’d been informed that the time lines would warp;
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| split from the connection, splits history with new direction.»
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| «What can we do, what can be done
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| Can’t we just stay back and look for our son?»
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| «Sorry to say but your chances are none
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| the pendulist—now his adventure’s begun.
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| His adventure’s begun! |
| Told throughout the ages.»
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| Recurring, burdening, thoughts of a past life
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| Future-bound, reappear, lost in a time line
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| Monumental construction
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| A city built of marble
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| Endless war, constant struggle
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| Monarchies disintegrate
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| I struggled to recover the future
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| I have forged the start of my existence
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| My edict back through the time line I belong to
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| Future-bound
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| Endless war, constant struggle
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| Monarchies disintegrate
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| Vanished throughout a sea of numbers
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| Driven to explore a brave new world
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| Separated; |
| lost in history
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| Ensnared in a forgotten era |