To everything there is an end
And bright new colours mixed with pain
To everything there is an end, there is an end
Now look at me
Look straight in my eyes
'Cause I'm the son of wind
And wind is the son of dust
You've never reached this thin red line
Never fairly told this lie
I'm no more all boarders thrown
In the waste I will be gone
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