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Man is born to trouble / All the days of his life / As the sparks fly upward / From bonfires at night / They fill up the heavens / With pin points of light / And I've got a hope / That is not in this world //
Time, it is turning / Like a plow in the field / It roots up the earth / And what's hidden is revealed / Sowing the future / While the past, it is sealed / I've got a hope / That is not in this world / /
Half of the battle / Is only with myself / While the other half / Is something I can't help / /
Lest I should stumble / I try not to forget / That every hair is numbered / Every footstep, every breath / And this life that I'm living / It will not end in death / I've got a hope / That is not in this world / /
I've got a hope that is not in this world //
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