Do you remember the giant's world
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when infantail heroes restrained the dragon with millboard swords?
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Now memories blearly begin to clear up
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As the weight of the day slows our courageous way.
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And we're chasing the day
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Walking the aisles we observe old fragments
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of difficult realities and unbroken pasts.
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And with knowing we stumble on familiar ways
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Yet we see all of those places through a sober stare.
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Still we're chasing the day
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We did cling to longing hopes and expectations
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Now the relics resound from shadows of reminiscense, it seems.
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Tired and weary, dusk grips our hearts as we attempt
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to renew the bond with ages gone by...
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And we bury the day
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Change Of Seasons
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| Sieges Even |
