There'll come a time when all of us must leave here.
Then nothing sister Mary can do...
Will keep me here with you.
As nothing in this life that I've been trying
Can equal or surpass the art of dying.
Do you believe me?
There'll come a time when all your hopes are fading.
When things that seemed so very plain...
Become an awful pain,
Searching for the truth among the lying
And answered when you've learned the art of dying.
Are you still with me?
But if you want it,
Then you must find it.
But when you have it,
There'll be no need for it.
There'll come a time when most of us return here.
Brought back by our desire to be...
A perfect entity.
Living through a million years of crying
Until you've realized the Art of Dying.
Can you believe me?
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