Over there that little mountain rises, while some others dissolve into a plain.
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Time redefines itself and falls in sadness, grain by grain ...
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"Time, my dear, heals all the wounds", the two-tongued echoes seem to say.
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But nothing, nothing changes here, this pain remains and will not go away.
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[Lament:]
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"I went weak, as I grew old, and time itself has made me slow ...
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And as I close my eyes in sadness, a thousand seasons come and go ..."
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Might enough to cover all and also cruel enough to reveal,
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but all the wounds and scars he carries neither force nor kiss can ever heal.
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Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing ...
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Spitefully turns away and laughs.
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Leaves you half-broken and in defiance is only added another scar ...
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(x2)
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Call it "blind" how he is writhing, counting hours, centuries ...
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The pain it glows and grows in tides, unable to vanish, unwilling to cease ...
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Time heals nothing, nothing ...
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Pushes 'til we're diving into different flesh.
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Time heals nothing, nothing ? Petrified within some unnameable shame...
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[Lament:]
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"Time's fingers claw, I am losing hold¡±. They say: ¡°There is no hope for you on earth.
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Time either still or maybe rushing ... - In any case it will always turn out worse ..."
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Time is fleeting, time stands still, it stops for no-one and you are trapped within.
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But I do dream of the light ? You¡¯re only falling back into the left-hand side ...
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[Resume:]
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"How I wish that I was dead and rest in final peace ...
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But even the luxury of death can't cure the wounds that time cannot heal ..."
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Resume...
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Sopor Aeternus |