| As the world turns again
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| Lifetimes come to an end
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| Days are lost in a void
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| Closer with every turn
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| I felt the earth move
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| Yet grounded to my core
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| Watched the clouds race past
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| An age transpired before my eyes
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| As the day turns to night
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| Forced into confinement
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| But no peace will I find
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| Just counting hours by
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| I felt the earth move
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| Revolving beneath my feet
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| Each moment deceives the mind
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| And our perceptions of time
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| Void of being and light
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| As year pass by the Reaper’s hourglass depletes
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| All life will cease
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| Seeking the past
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| Always chasing the horizon
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| How long before we reach the end of the road
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| And our names are carved in stone
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| Endless aeons begin
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| As I watch the dead Sun burn
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| Before your demise
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| Close your weary eyes
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| In the back of your mind
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| You’ll see the final Sands of Time |