Stranded in the eclipse of misfortune Center of loneliness, my heart shatters Now like a owl, singing all night Vanity is vanity Flesh is decaying Gold is rusting sun is loosing it ray Air is boring Feeling ar fading Yes am here, nothing left standing Sky on fire Earth is quaking Yeh am here nothing left behind Adult are weeping children are crying Still am here mastering my grave vanity is vanity
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