In the ceaseless temporal swell;
the ebb and flow,
the endless draught where dust eddies,
and pregnant storms withhold their bairns,
this aching heart can do no more.
I leave the rest to young magicians
and clever charlatans
my brethren who have yet to close their shops
they'll carry the torch these failing hands let slip
or they won't.
the ebb and flow,
the endless draught where dust eddies,
and pregnant storms withhold their bairns,
this aching heart can do no more.
I leave the rest to young magicians
and clever charlatans
my brethren who have yet to close their shops
they'll carry the torch these failing hands let slip
or they won't.
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