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My words in a breathtaking wind. My feets over quaking ground. My ears hear the claps of thunder and I dance against the silent flow of time. We see the days ending, we imagine the things we can do. Our plans growing fantastic and we ignore the silent flow of time. We have lost another year. We will loose some other friends. We're afraid of our weakness, rushing and burning but silent flow of time. Can we see the signs, the eyes of past time? Our eyes, our lifes, our eyes, our lifes. (Thanks to Mel for these lyrics) From Letras Mania