....
is there a heaven a hell, and will I come back
who can tell?
now I can see what matters to me
it's as clear as crystal
the places I've been, the people I've seen, plans that I made start to fade
The sun's setting gold
thought I would grow old,
it wasn't to be
who can tell?
now I can see what matters to me
it's as clear as crystal
the places I've been, the people I've seen, plans that I made start to fade
The sun's setting gold
thought I would grow old,
it wasn't to be
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