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Or not, or not, life is like a gas
Only a murmur, only a wind, nothing more
And the air that has passed him by the lungs
In so old now wants to go down
It pro future lack only a blink
What is not up in time pro deceive
He now sees that time is an illusion
And the last are the lines in your hands
Or not, or not, life is much more
That day, that the gods, that newspapers
And the air that has passed him by the lungs
In so old now wants to go down
It pro future lack only a blink
What is not up in time pro deceive
Or not, or not, life is like a gas
Only a murmur, only a wind, nothing more.