Op deez late uur van de dag
vormen zwarte lijnen en cijfers op het bord
onder haar onuitputtelijk, uitputtelijk gezag
terwijl men zacht bromt en mort
When all the things you tried to think were good have suddenly become the source of fear, then at the very place where you first stood has someone dropped an unforgivenlly tear. And on the ground where those now lit the lights I'm standing still but without things to know 'Cause we all be and go just like the tides and can not say: Oh time, I miss you so. Yes, everyhting has changed and not a sign of knowledge here is to be claimed as mine.
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