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Now I reach out for the garden you once loved

Feel my bitter breath, I'll execute my craft

I take fading things, oh that is my desire

Without conscience, without grave

Won't earn a penny to my name

Mist discovered from the valley down below

Oh, I can't feel your pain

I will, I will lodge my claim until the sun will rise

Beware 'cause it's my turn, and I will gear up for the show

Time and tide wait for no man, do you see

When the last grain of sand in the hourglass decays

If you don't change, my hope will die

Save your soul just remember, activate your mind

Like the last grain of hope in a desperate game of life

Leave behind this inane life, back to life again

But he remains, and he fills up his glass of wine