The
hourglass that is life is switched:
Our
heart at the crossroads is crossed
And
the sand runs again
And
our day, our span of time is changed
It is made with different
agents
Because it is conceived in
a new way
And
we make a new approach
Deal
in another way
Because
the picture to be painted
It
is not the same
What
was once found to be of interest in life
Is
no longer exactly the same
And
we swivel upon different points
Are
pursued by different ideals
Interested
in things we once found too hard
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