Imitation of this life
is the life I hold inside
All the benches sit besides
As I'm walking on the aisle...
The aisle of time:
How long I go and come behind...
Different colours are burning in the night
Shuttered windows break the light...
See the the world as it is
An imitation of this...
Life - so good, but so unkind
To all, who slack behind...
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