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It can be reckoned in days, in hours.
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Nothing is ever played out.
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They roam about the building,
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on every floor, in the halls.
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They wander like souls in purgatory.
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Isn't it strange?
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Here we're free, but prisoners.
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As if dead before dying.
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This is still life, Emilie.
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How can I experience it all in so little time?
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And even if the worst happens?
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We return to the matter we came from.
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Without fear, without hope.
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We will be dead,
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but the world will continue.
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That's nature.
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Men today,
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worms tomorrow, flies the day after.
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Isn't that still existence?
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A far more comforting eternity
than the lies of Christ.
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But we're not matter.
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It's inhuman!
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What we feel, what we try to grasp,
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those we live with, you, me...
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Their gestures, their voices,
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the words that soothe us, hurt us...