| As time goes by
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| All eventually comes full circle
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| Just turning end for end
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| Where benightedness tip the scales
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| And once the fire has been lit
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| The mind’s eye closes anew
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| Through endless ages
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| Ever lapsing into old ways
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| A denied tomorrow
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| Calling on yesterday
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| Headway in reverse
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| Only shadows reach the light of day
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| Another sun now sets within
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| On the torn apart
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| Not to be found again therein
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| Bleeding dry the heart
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| Once more a dawn now wearing thin
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| Broken work of art
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| A can of worms
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| Incisive burns of the dark
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| Whatever comes now
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| Nothing but a reflection bygone
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| Restored continuum
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| And the tide is on the turn
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| A denied tomorrow
|
| Calling on yesterday
|
| Headway in reverse
|
| Only shadows reach
|
| The light of day
|
| Another sun now sets within
|
| On the torn apart
|
| Not to be found again therein
|
| Bleeding dry the heart
|
| Once more a dawn now wearing thin
|
| Broken work of art
|
| A can of worms
|
| Incisive burns of the dark
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| Ruins laid in without cause
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| Source-less call for silence
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| Self-supporting fear
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| Unaware abidance
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| Firm like ropes of sand
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| Past that go for nothing
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| Come lethean tears
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| Another sun now sets within
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| On the torn apart
|
| Not to be found again therein
|
| Bleeding dry the heart
|
| Once more a dawn now wearing thin
|
| Broken work of art
|
| A can of worm
|
| Incisive burns of the dark
|
| Another sun now sets within
|
| On the torn apart
|
| Not to be found again therein
|
| Bleeding dry the heart
|
| Once more a dawn now wearing thin
|
| Broken work of art
|
| A can of worm
|
| Incisive burns of the dark |