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As the last tide

Cries the night to ashes

I can’t be sure of the sun

Where is the lights of tomorrow?

And as the lights in the sky

I don’t know of knowledge

I’m blinded by the doubtful

And as the truth befall us all

There is a truth that's contrived

I fall apart on tomorrow

And I don’t know of my life

And the question of the morrow

And if the sky drowns in high tide

I fall in doubt of all every

…the sky sets as the liars say why

…the fall hits us all

…the sun falls on us all

I don’t know

If it’s a lie