With my elbow on my knee
And my hand on my head
I contemplate and try to see
All that once lived is now dead
And I feel it in my bones
This chill of the very strict end
When I slip out of my hand
Just like air, just like sand
And my hand on my head
I contemplate and try to see
All that once lived is now dead
And I feel it in my bones
This chill of the very strict end
When I slip out of my hand
Just like air, just like sand
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