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Voice from the Past
to the voices of the future
a voice from distant past
the Sun, the Moon, some ancient trees
there's not much here that lasts -
crystal beings in slow motion
the rhythm of the sea
civilizations' rise and fall
a disappearing me -
electric currents flowing
through atoms, through the stars
the mystery of knowing
the misty vales of Mars -
children growing older
to die then be reborn
changing changing changing
not much time to mourn -
happiness and sadness
ideas in constant flux
the babbling of thought streams
mind balanced on time's crux
this moment now forever
watching life go by
the ever changing weather
laughing then we cry -
to the voices of the future
a voice from distant past
the Sun, the Moon, some ancient trees
there's not much here that lasts -
crystal beings in slow motion
the rhythm of the sea
civilizations' rise and fall
a disappearing me -
a voice from distant past
the Sun, the Moon, some ancient trees
there's not much here that lasts -
crystal beings in slow motion
the rhythm of the sea
civilizations' rise and fall
a disappearing me -
electric currents flowing
through atoms, through the stars
the mystery of knowing
the misty vales of Mars -
children growing older
to die then be reborn
changing changing changing
not much time to mourn -
happiness and sadness
ideas in constant flux
the babbling of thought streams
mind balanced on time's crux
this moment now forever
watching life go by
the ever changing weather
laughing then we cry -
to the voices of the future
a voice from distant past
the Sun, the Moon, some ancient trees
there's not much here that lasts -
crystal beings in slow motion
the rhythm of the sea
civilizations' rise and fall
a disappearing me -
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