I heard the whispers
Through air, thick and thin
So I clapped my hands
And flattering I would be
People say tomorrow and today
They will believe and care
So I clap my hands
For that, is too cliche
For before, I grew up in pace
I have stopped now during race
Just to deny and see
If forever, is what you mean
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