All day do the landscape I view;
Yet they are always ever-new.
I must know,
I must know:
Whenever it does tire,
Destiny will play dire,
For the moment we cease
Loving her, we crease
Our mentality,
Full of brutality.
We must know,
We must know
That our time's drawing close;
Time will not be as it goes.
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