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Are worn as one into the earth And every falling of a leaf To the forest floor gives new birth
The consequences shape the world When all our efforts come to strife All our hopes seem to have been hurled
Nobody sees us as we weep And feeling winter's chilling bite The once-strong will has gone to sleep
And every step seems more forlorn We must seek out the way to go With every step our paths are worn
The great cup of life has been poured Richness of soul is there to take In taking the thief is made lord
And leave plenty behind beside >From life's cup we drink to our health And so we can cast care aside
Yet still for its secrets we yearn We all leave our tracks in the mud So others will know where to turn
Are worn as one into the earth And every falling of a leaf To the forest floor gives new birth |
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