No one knows where we are going
No one knows where we have been
But now, even with the wound of living
Now the calm is during the storm.
No one knows where we have been
But now, even with the wound of living
Now the calm is during the storm.
So open up your inner eye
Let all trifles truly slide
Now there is not a need for sadness
Not while we shuffle on and on.
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