How quickly time doth fly

When hearts are heavy and know not why

For when the dream hath ended we must go on

Cannot die, cannot die


But must travel ever on

Unto the setting sun at world’s end

Beyond horizon, past the dawn

Life must tend, life must tend


A fading dream descendeth not

Upon the weary shoulders of the traveler

Who treads the empty roads alone

Ever onward, ever on


Reaching unto the sky

To the orchards of the stars

Where chance binds a soul without remedy

Carry on, carry on.

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