That little mountain raises (silently)
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while other dissolve into a plain
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time redefines itself (irrationally)
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and falls in sadness grain by grain...
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"Time heals all the wounds"
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The two-tongued echo seems to say
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but nothing, nothing changes
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still pain remains, won't pass away.
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I went weak, as I grew old
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and time itself has made me slow
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and as I close my hand in darkness
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a thousand seasons come and go...
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Mighty enought to cover all
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and also cruel enough to reveal
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but the wounds and scars I carry
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neither force nor kiss can heal...
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No, Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing
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spitefully turns away and laughts
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leaves you half-broken and defiance
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is only added another scar...
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Call it "blind" how I am writhing
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counting hours, centuries
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the pain it grows and glows in tides
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unable to vanish, unwilling to cease...
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No, Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing
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pushes 'till we're diping into different flesh
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time heals nothing, nothing, nothing
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just a polarity of inner flames...
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Time's finger claw, I'm losing hold
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there is no hope for me on earth
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Time either still or maybe rushing
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in any case it will turn out worse...
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Time is fleeting, Time stands still
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it stops for no-one, and we're trapped within
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thought I may dream of the Light
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I am falling back into the left-hand side...
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How I wish that I was dead
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and rest in final peace
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but even the Luxury of Death
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can't cure the wounds Time cannot heal...
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Time Stand Still
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Sopor Aeternus |