Tales Рассказы

We told our tales as we sat under morning's sleepy sky 
With all the colours of the sunrise shining in our eyes 
One, then another 
With a story of yesterday's life 
Or of a lover who had 
Gone in a moment of strife. 

No thought of sleep ever dwells 
Upon the wise man's mind 
Some task or audience 
Stealing every moment of his time 

Thus we have learned to live 
While mortal men stand waiting to die 
How can we do what must be done 
In just one short life 

And if you ask 
Then you must know 
If you still doubt 
You should be told 
It was not we 
That made it so 
It was by those 
Who went before 

And there you sit 
Tomorrow's child 
So full of love 
So full of life 
But you must rise 
To meet the day 
Lest you become another tale 

And there you sit 
Tomorrow's child 
So full of love 
So full of life 
But you must rise 
To meet the day 
Lest you become another tale 

Another tale ... 
Another tale ... 
Another tale ...

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