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Ther comes the time
In a life of each of us
When we are aware of
What has passed away until present day
Summoning the memories
We know it won`t be back
Was it good or was it bad?
Something came stealing the past
Sadistic time
Open the gate of my mind
And created a day
To look backwards
When we have feeded a young man
And let him grow up
So that he could
Rise over us
A day of sorrow
A day of memories
People say: we don`t know
How did they die
People say: we`ve forgotten
About the time
But a life is the door to the other side
Opening fast
Old man brings a key
To complete an act