The End of Days
Oh, the sweet silence of the night.
The smell of the dew
on the lawn.
The whisper of wind
through the maples.
Remind me.
Remind me.
There was a time,
when I felt strong.
There was a time,
when I did not doubt victory.
But now,
I begin to understand...
Life is Life,
And there it is.
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