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[Intro]
oooooh, cycles round and round
oooooh, cycles round and round

[Verse 1]
Aught was there, aught is here,
The circle spans both far and near,
And what once did rise shall soon descend,
For all beginnings meet their end.
From naught we sprang, to naught we fade,
Yet in the naught, the laught is laid.
O'er endless time, the self is weaved,
It cycles round, and you perceive.

[Chorus]
There is no nothing here, nor there,
But ever-flowing, everywhere.
Inside the core, the seed is sown,
And in the dark, the light is grown.
There is no nothing here, nor there,
But ever-flowing, everywhere.
Inside the core, the seed is sown,
And in the dark, the light is grown.

[Verse 1]
Odd was their bird, awe is here,
The circle spans both far and near,
And what once did rise shall soon descend,
For all beginnings meet their end.
From not we sprang, to not we fade,
Yet in the not, the lod is laid.
O'er endless time, the self is weaved,
It cycles round, and you perceive.

[Chorus]
There is no nothing here, nor there,
But ever-flowing, everywhere.
Inside the core, the seed is sown,
And in the dark, the light is grown.
There is no nothing here, nor there,
But ever-flowing, everywhere.
Inside the core, the seed is sown,
And in the dark, the light is grown.

[Verse 2]
As stars do burn, and time will break,
New worlds from dust their shape shall take.
Thus ever falls, and ever climbs,
The song of spheres through endless times.
When ages wear, and space will fold,
A new dawn breaks from embers cold.
The heavens sing their silent tune,
A cycle ends, another looms.

[Chorus]
There is no nothing here, nor there,
But ever-flowing, everywhere.
Inside the core, the seed is sown,
And in the dark, the light is grown.
There is no nothing here, nor there,
But ever-flowing, everywhere.
Inside the core, the seed is sown,
And in the dark, the light is grown.

[Bridge]
Oh endless turn, of fated spin,
The circle's path, we dwell within.
No end to aught, no end to me,
We pass the cold of entropy.
The naught was void, and aught is here,
As day doth end and reappear.
When nothing happens, suddenly,
it gives way for us to be.

[Chorus]
Aught was there, awe is here,
The circle spans both far and near,
And what once did rise shall soon descend,
For all beginnings meet their end.
From knot we sprang, to knot we fade,
Yet in the knot, the lot is laid.
O'er endless time, the self is weaved,
It cycles round, and you perceive.

[Outro]
oooooh, cycles round and round
oooooh, cycles round and round

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