As it was written, as we were written.
A point in time, the timeless time.
The endless in which the word was forgotten.
The word rung out,
and it echoed through the valley.
We were born and we sung.
A timeless song from the bottom of our souls.
But in the end, it was forgotten.
and it echoed through the valley.
We were born and we sung.
A timeless song from the bottom of our souls.
But in the end, it was forgotten.
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