There´ll come a time when all of us must leave here
Then nothing sister mary can do
Will keep me here with you
As nothing in this life that i´ve been trying
Could equal or surpass the art of dying
Do you believe me?
There´ll come a time when all your hopes are fading
When things that seemed so very plain
Become an awful pain
Searching for the truth among the lying
And answered when you´ve learned the art of dying
But you´re still with me
But if you want it
Then you must find it
But when you have it
There´ll be no need for it
There´ll come a time when most of us return here
Brought back by our desire to be
A perfect entity
Living through a million years of crying
Until you´ve realized the art of dying
Do you believe me?
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