Flowing like the falling rains,
Quickly covering the the land's grains.
Shouting for for all gains.
But we are living and leaving.
Dreaming in daylight shadows,
Screaming at midnight with widows,
Struglling for victory at peak-tree,
Sweating like never before for the ever fall,
But we are living and leaving...
Let me drive my spine in time,
For we are living and leaving..
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