Slow, the smoke hangs heavy here,
As life's lamp flickers, drawing near.
Slow, the smoke hangs heavy here,
As life's lamp flickers, drawing near.
Tell me, companion, if you know,
Where now must I seek life's flow?
Where now must I seek life's flow?
Slow, the smoke hangs heavy here.
The evening of solitude descends,
Yet whispers, "Walk with me, my friend."
The evening of solitude descends,
Yet whispers, "Walk with me, my friend."
Tell me, wayfarer, if you see,
Where now, with you, should I be?
Where now must I seek life's flow?
Slow, the smoke hangs heavy here.
On paths, the dawn of pain resides,
Before me, a city of sunrises.
On paths, the dawn of pain resides,
Before me, a city of sunrises.
Tell me, companion, if you know,
How to find where the pathways go?
Where now must I seek life's flow?
Slow, the smoke hangs heavy here,
As life's lamp flickers, drawing near.
Tell me, companion, if you know,
Where now must I seek life's flow?
Where now must I seek life's flow?
Slow, the smoke hangs heavy here.
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