What is this world, what is it we've created
In the burdens of this life I cannot rest
this world means nothing
Everything we hold will pass away
with a void of completion comfort will ever fade
I long for this wind to cease
Everything we hold will pass away
Everything we hold will pass away
I long for this wind to cease
We once held undying devotion
now dead to our thoughts, undefined like our love
Everything we hold will pass away
Everything we hold will pass away
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