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And all that is seen are those which are fleeting
Remember the queries that you spent solving
All burst into a big gray space called nothing
Spend, will you, time for meaningless
And all you have in the end is a hill of no sense
The roads are ran and are misty and dense
Winds confirmed to that which is other than best
The cares and thoughts slowly disappear
Leaving a once dreamer stopping to wonder
If hope is fatal and life is a response to a dare
You will find yourself in a hanging somewhere
If you move apart from where you stay
And let all in your head be and go away
Cast it before to where it must truly lay
Maybe now and ahead will be bright as day
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