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Count the days away
So few of them remain
Watch the moments fade
The light before the rain
From the hands upon the numbers
To the edges of my mind
There's a grieving ache for what's at stake
In the endless running out of time
Bring me consolation
Where past and present meet
Stories from my childhood
Lay them at my feet
Leave the pain of losing
For in all of it I find
Nothing quite so bitter or so sweet
As the endless running out of time
Who am I to live and die?
To dream, to breathe, to burn?
That I exist, it is a gift
I never could have earned
Until the ties are broken
This purpose will be mine
To hold you close, and try to slow
The endless running out of time
Who am I to live and die?
To dream, to breathe, to burn?
That I exist, it is a gift
I never could have earned
One day I'll meet my memories
In a moment so divine
Perfect love and ceasing of
The endless running out of time
Perfect love and ceasing of
The endless running out of time
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