It's the Eve of the Turn of our Year - let us go with our heart in our hand. Patient, we wait; God opens the gate to a world that we won't understand... Time in a trickle of sand. It's the Turn of the Year of our Eve - What is happening next? No one knows; the Truth never lies. Who lives? Who dies? For the Wind alone knows where it blows... shifting, the sand of Time flows. It's the Year of the Eve of our Turn and our Lives are a glorious song; we can't know words of lyrics unheard 'til we sing as the Earth sings along... Time-sands in hands, we belong to the Ephemeral Throng as the Years turn, marching on...
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