With days rushing by
And nights slipping through
I wonder how to fix
Of life what is true
Is truth this very moment
Here now and gone for ever
Does truth lie in the memory
Of what was, but will be never ?
And nights slipping through
I wonder how to fix
Of life what is true
Is truth this very moment
Here now and gone for ever
Does truth lie in the memory
Of what was, but will be never ?
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