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We waste our time from day to day, and let it simply drift away. Believing that the path we’ve trod is just a fragment, small and gray. "It’s gone," we say, "it’s in the past," let grass grow o’er what didn't last. But we are fools who fail to see: this golden gift is fading fast. For every second holds a spark to know the world and leave a mark: To find true love, or science heights, and choose a star within the dark. So that the light of meaning found becomes a beacon, steady, bound, To keep the inner flame alive and warm our souls on earthly ground. Protect the blessing of the brief, and keep the faith that reason saith. This sacred seed of trials won was given so, when all is done, We mend our flaws upon this Earth and face the End as light as sun. Protect the blessing of the brief, and keep the faith that reason saith. This sacred seed of trials won was given so, when all is done, We mend our flaws upon this Earth and face the End as light as sun.