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Endless dark, the town's asleep - in every cabin someone weeps
The blight is creeping for some other prey

He didn't leave, but tried his best - to save the townsmen from the pest
All medic gone but he did choose to stay - did not turn away

Staring at the stars each night, waiting for a sign
Writing down four lines - a vision to rhyme
There's no way to flee the true prophecy
Who will stop the sands of time?

He was born a merchant's son - called Michel de Nostredame
Divinations that will stand all time

Favoured by the Medici - his art of healing and foresee
The secret of his quatrains, can't you see?
They're pure mystery

Staring at the stars each night, waiting for a sign
Writing down four lines - a vision to rhyme
There's no way to flee the true prophecy
Who will stop the sands of time?

Through centuries and history - time will show what's wrong and what's right
Did the stars lie or was he alight - did he have the might
To see through the night - to the other side

Staring at the stars each night, waiting for a sign
Writing down four lines - a vision to rhyme
There's no way to flee the true prophecy
Who will stop the sands of time?

Staring at the stars each night, waiting for a sign (Et tempus fugit - ut mortem vincit)
Writing down four lines - a vision to rhyme
There's no way to flee the true prophecy
Who will stop the sands of time?

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