When music’s prelude’s solitude beckons
And night’s twinkling sky is full of starkness,
Then more musicians’ voices join in seconds
As swiftly as shooting stars split the darkness
The instruments of the cosmos arrive en masse
As this night, too, shall (come to) pass
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When thrashing, deafening sounds take their toll
And buffeting winds have left the world deformed,
Then gentler rhythms return to soothe the soul
As still as the calm of the eye of the storm
The Beat of Time now is no longer too fast
As this storm, too, shall (come to) pass
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When melody’s rise and fall becomes too wistful
And streams of tears have flood in endless motion,
Then the orchestra’s next piece’ll be more blissful
As thoroughly as rivers drain life into oceans
This sorrowful song’s end will come at last
As these tears, too, shall (come to) pass
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And when death declares us the dust of stars again
When storms take souls back to be one with the wind
When blood and tears return t’where rivers end
And our song’s forgot as ‘membrance of Umer
…………………………………………………………………………………………….. is dimmed
Yes, when all of this has come ‘n passed beyond this place
Then I hope the legacy of pain I caused is also
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