Grandma and grandpa, aunt and uncle
How many seasons have already been carved
Within the trunk of your tree of life
The things you know
Become distorted in shadow, alienated
They begin to slide softly away
Impossible to take with you
Grey head and bald head, man and woman
How many summers have you wept wet?
How many winters have you stared at coals?
Days become frozen nights
And nights melt again into days
And the autumn leaves float ever closer
About the answers to your questions
There is poisonous fear in your eyes
It's age, nothing special
There's poisonous fear on your breath, smell
The sun is setting again
We look through a mirror in a mystery
Stars grow dimmer, flowers wither
The illusion of yesterday's laughter
Softer and softer and softer and softer
The false truths year after year
Become true lies
The dream that you will always live
Lets you cling, makes you believe you have wings
We look through a mirror in a mystery
Stars grow dimmer, flowers wither< br/>The illusion of yesterday's laughter
Softer and softer and softer and softer

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