| We reach toward the untouchable
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| Streams of endless light surrounding our embrace
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| But those flames burned cold long ago
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| Left are only remnants of time and space
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| These are the things we’re only meant to feel
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| In fragments beyond time’s mighty reel
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| Feed the fire before the fire feeds on us
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| It’s the way of life as we know it before it comes to pass
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| This is the ultimate paradox
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| The fireworks of genesis are at play
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| We’re given life only to have it taken away
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| If the dice is rolled when truth be told
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| Then sit back and watch the game unfold |