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Think of your lifetime as one day
It's fading away, shadows are growing long
Think of existence as a flame, and death as rain
Storm clouds there right along

At life's eve our flames will cease
Eternally, unavoidably
Eventually all paths will lead to the cemetery


We are but falling leaves in the air, hovering down
Unware we are spinning around
Scattered fragments of time, like blinks of an eye
We are
That's all we are


Think of your lifetime as one year
Look, autumn is here
Getting colder ... the winter's impending
Your conculusion's drawing near - certain, austere
Yes, only the circle's unending

At life's eve our flames will cease
Eternally, unavoidably
Eventually all paths will lead to the cemetery
To the prios deceased


We are but falling leaves in the air, hovering down
Unware we will hit the ground
Scattered fragments of time, like blinks of an eye
We are



Just when we realize that we are alive
We die