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Deep inside the eyes of the innocent child

I witness the fire of life burning bright

And suddenly everything's seeming to be said and done

...to be as one

Without any woprds it is speaking to me

I've followed the blind and have unlearned to see

I'm rising from slumber, recalling the dream I forgot

I wake up

Nothing lasts forever

It all be gone

Could you still remember

When your life began

Cherish the moment

Without a regret

Nothing lasts forever

It's never too late

The beard of the old man, all soeaked with his tears

Each single one falling for one of his years

Of running the races, in quest of a place, still unknown

It's called home