We cleans our wounds in ignorance Of what will be known later; We must accept that time's a cruel And heartless cultivator Of what and who it claims, and when. We struggle, but, in vain: For if we're kings and queens, it's of A transient Domain
We cleans our wounds in ignorance Of what will be known later; We must accept that time's a cruel And heartless cultivator Of what and who it claims, and when. We struggle, but, in vain: For if we're kings and queens, it's of A transient Domain