They soon forget and turn away,
for them, their days remain –
each day is just another day
and passes all the same.
They soon forget – the steady pulse
of life beats on and on –
the sun shines bright upon their time;
for others, it has gone.
For those with sorrow in their soul
the hurt continues long –
resounding in their broken hearts,
Gorecki’s mournful song.
They soon forget, they soon forget,
their memory grown pale –
the world for them keeps turning round
within their holy grail.
The steady pulse of life beats on,
the earth still moves through space –
they soon forget, they soon forget
the ones we can’t replace.
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