As the dawn creeps on the graves
We have made of yesterday
And for a moment we are stuck
In between eternity and tomorrow
Launched from some secret vault
With no beginning and no end
Scenes are painted
Across the landscape of our minds
With water colors
That run and run and run
And as the sun rises
Sleep fades and Eternity and Tomorrow
Turn into today
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