What is out there?
Is something waiting to happen at last?
Sometimes I can feel the future,
but I've lost all track of the past.
Empty words, empty words.
I am waiting for nothing.
Silent birds, silent birds.
I am longing for nothing.
Forever shun, forever shun.
I am craving something.
Setting sun, setting sun.
I will receive nothing.
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