Tired, tormented, exhausted from life
Now all alone he walks through the park
No-one never he had by his side
Happiness was hiding in the dark all the time
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And now the earth claims back her own dust
The wind wants to take away his ashes
He hears some shabby recollections in mind
Maybe in memory he´s got some secrets
He never ever had ever releaved
With it he will die and had always lived
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November, cold, he´s very old
Suddenly falls down on the leaves
Before his eyes ran all his life
He saw nothing just like before the birth