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Smiles of a Sorrow

No free will, free will is gone

left too deepened underground.

And the will is a ripened fruit

- destiny's pursuit.

In the hands of God we lie.

At the myst'ry's end we'll die.

Time will recognize, time will recognize

the smiles of a sorrow.--

At the last breaths of kharma,

time we cannot borrow.

We awaken lost as the coin is tossed

by the Big Hand in the Wishing Well.

Where the bottomlessness is our hell,

there are no answers there.

There is no wisdom anywhere.

No! But I can't complain of pleasure or pain.

And the damned play on, knowing will is gone.

Will is gone--- gone--- gone----

Time will recognize the smiles of a sorrow

...of a sorrow.