In spring we're born as falling raindrops
We fall upon newborn leaves
From leaves we fall into a river
that carries us into the sea

As seas we merge in an ocean
and gradually disappear
And when we're gone and long forgotten
we wash up on the shores

Where do we go at the end of the road?
Where is our home at the end of the road?
What have I done at the end of the road?
Who have I become at the end of the road?
Where do we go at the end of the road?
Where is our home at the end of the road?
What have I done at the end of the road?
Who have I become at the end of the road?

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