It is time
We are free in dreamless space
And listen to the white noise of silence
And weightless like the whizzing of swallows
Our will steers the dance in the firmament
It is time
We are ready
We are the beginning of a new time
The fresh breeze of morning is on our foreheads
We foster and shelter what hours destroy
From our gardens all clocks are banned
Time turns to gold in our hands
It is time
We are the conclusion, the grand finale
Our glances create the end of the world
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