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Maybe we’ve known for a long timethat a recurring storywill begin hereMaybe we don’t really understandthat the beginning of all livesis death’s conclusionWhen we journey out from fate’s inletwe’re doomed, no longer able to shake offthat mysterious attractionWhat’s disappeared has already disappearedAll that remains is a momentary selfBut who can tell meoutside of fate and timewho on earth is making me feel uneasy