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The end is here, the time is now; Who Knows why? Who Knows How? The time has come, and all must go. Nothing left, nothing known. The time for you, or time for me, It's breaking through for all to see; And when its here, who can tell? For the end has no sound nor smell. Just the sudden darkness to all that's light. No matter, day or night. And when the time has come, and all is through; What will happen to me and you? Something good, or something bad? A subtle sadness or a thundering glad? A great big nothing added to the pile; The end has come, so show your smile. And when time tells the tale of the big goodbye, a tear will fall from my eye. For now is the time for all to begin.... So what will happen when we reach the end? Are all of these answers? Or just a question? I don't know... wait til' the end. |