Brevity of Man's Days

These days, they're ours, all ours
Put before us is this sequence of twenty four
Essential pieces of clockwork
And it's meaningless to you
For a thousand years in your sight
Are as good as yesterday in its past, its past

No further reward
Time limits me to pray
The memory is forgotten
And proven is the brevity

I fly away, I fly away, I fly away
We will fly away

The length of this time set aside
Is soon cut off
Cut off
Cut off



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