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Life's but a dream

A twisted race

Like autumn leaves we fall

Soaking up time desperately

Run, try to keep up with the pace

Fulfill your mortal deeds

Withering heart and bodies of flesh

Steering towards collapse

Time runs through

Our trembling hands

A futile dream

The beginning of the end

Life passes by

In the blink of an eye

From cradle to grave

From joy to dismay

Ephemeral thoughts, futile dreams

Dissolve into the night

When time, like sand, runs through our hands

We keep the wrath alive

Primal instincts for constant decay

Mankind's final cry

With each breath seasons fade

But noone hears them cry

Time runs through

Our trembling hands