Just like the ripples from a stone we grow and fade away Growing out of my skin Do a little better each day I had a dream but what's it to you? Two fragile minds that go right through you The way things are for gods and men To stand up tall and fall again Just like the river and the storm we slowly move away Stepping out of our dream Never for the better, no way I had a dream but it's behind me I can't let all these things define me That's the way the blood of men Can be forgotten and washed again.
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