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At the Amend of days, Emat the end of Amtime
When the Sun burns out, willEm any of this Ammatter?
Who will be Dmthere to remember who we Amwere?
Who will be Dmthere to know that any of this had Ammeaning for us?
And in rAmetrospect, I'llEm say we've done noAm wrong
Who are we to judge what's Emright, and what has pAmurpose for us?
With dDmesigns upon ourselves to do no wAmron
Running Dmwild, unaware of what might Amcome of us
The sun was Cborn, so it shall die, so only Amshadows comfort me
I know in dDmarkness, I will Gfind you, giving Amup inside like me
Each day shall eCnd as it begins, and though you're Amfar away from me
I know in dDmarkness, I will fGind you, giving Amup inside like me
Without a Amthought I will see eEmverything eternAmal,
Forget that once we were just dEmust from heaven'sAm fire
As we were fDmorged, we shall return perhaps somedAmay
I will reDmmember you and wonder who we wAmere
The sun was Cborn, so it shall die, so only Amshadows comfort me
I know in dDmarkness, I will Gfind you, giving Amup inside like me
Each day shall eCnd as it begins, and though you're Amfar away from me
I know in dAmarkness, I will fGind you, giving Amup inside like me