The Brute
Day by day , we all approach the grave
Looking at the past , we regret our days
We run so fast and we all crave….
Living peacefully many different ways
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But he runs so fast too after us
Since we were children, we did all fear him
And we’re now men , but he still makes his fuss
And even we become old, we’ll see him dim
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We escape from him for evermore
Every one, who stumbles, will be soon slaughtered
And every one, who’s saved, will enter the door
And sleep forever there to be measured
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Day by day we turn over our date-page
Unconscious we don’t feel the time run fast
Everyday he pushes us towards old age,
Towards future, leaving behind our past