Do you remember the giants world when infantail heroes restrained the dragon with millboard swords? Now memories blearly begin to clear up As the weight of the day slows our courageous way. And were chasing the day Walking the aisles we observe old fragments of difficult realities and unbroken pasts. And with knowing we stumble on familiar ways Yet we see all of those places through a sober stare. Still were chasing the day We did cling to longing hopes and expectations Now the relics resound from shadows of reminiscense, it seems. Tired and weary, dusk grips our hearts as we attempt to renew the bond with ages gone by... And we bury the day
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