| This notion that out of death
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| Comes life
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| Becomes a very important theme
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| In the later
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| Religions of the world
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| «He who loses his life»
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| «Shall find it»
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| Is a spiritualization
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| Of this idea
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| Then
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| When the
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| First cities appear
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| In Mesopotamia
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| About 3000 B. C
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| Large communities grow up
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| Based on agriculture
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| Planting has to take place at a certain time
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| Reaping, a certain time
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| And there are professional priests watching the heavens
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| To know when those times were
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| When those times came
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| And those men became aware
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| Of the movement of the planets
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| Through the fixed stars
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| And they calculated and recognized that these planets were moving in
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| mathematically inevitable courses
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| And the idea came into being
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| Men became aware
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| Of the movement of the planets
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| Through the fixed stars
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| Of a cosmic order
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| Of mathematical
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| Precision
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| Men became aware
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| Of the movement of the planets
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| Through the fixed stars
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| The neighbors now
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| Were the stars
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| And the planets
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| On and on
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| As the day comes and goes
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| The year comes and goes
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| The eons come and go
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| And the whole society must go into accord
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| With that
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| This idea that the human society should reproduce the heavenly order comes in
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| The neighbors now
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| Were the stars
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| And this
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| Still lives with us
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| In our religions
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| All of our religions have inherited
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| This motive
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| From the old Babylonian world
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| It went out with the higher civilizations
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| To India
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| To China
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| Even across the Pacific
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| To Mexico and Peru
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| And you see these great towers, these great temple towers
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| That represent
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| The mountain of the world
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| It’s the axis of the world around which the world turns
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| As it does around the pole star
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| The whole world
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| And society
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| And the individual in it
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| Are like the planets
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| Moving
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| In a great course
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| And society
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| And the individual in it
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| Are like the planets
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| Moving
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| In a great course
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| Men became aware
|
| Of the movement of the planets
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| Through the fixed stars
|
| Of a cosmic order
|
| Of mathematical
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| Precision
|
| Men became aware
|
| Of the movement of the planets
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| Through the fixed stars
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| The neighbors now
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| Were the stars
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| And the planets
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| Now in the 1920s
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| Sir Leonard Woolley, excavating in the graveyards of Ur
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| Found graves
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| In which there were thirty
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| And forty people buried
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| All of them in court
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| Attire
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| Who had been buried
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| Alive
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| When the King
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| Died
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| Or was killed
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| At a certain time
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| In the movement of the planets
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| When the Moon goes down
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| And the planet Venus along with the Moon
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| That was the end of an eon
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| The King and his entire court
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| Walked
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| Into
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| The grave
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| They were playing
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| A game
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| Just as the hunters
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| Were imitating animals
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| Just as the planting people were imitating plants
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| So the high civilizations began
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| With princely
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| Aristocratic
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| Little groups
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| Imitating the stars
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| To the death
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| Going all the way
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| The whole court, at the end of an eon
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| Went in the grave
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| So that another court
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| Could come
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| Men became aware
|
| Of the movement of the planets
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| Through the fixed stars
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| Of a cosmic order
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| Of mathematical
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| Precision
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| Men became aware
|
| Of the movement of the planets
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| Through the fixed stars
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| The neighbors now
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| Were the stars
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| And it’s a very poetic thing really
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| The little girls who played the harps
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| We have these harps
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| They have been excavated and restored
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| These little skeleton hands
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| The girls' hands, were still on the harp strings
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| The women
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| In one of the graves had
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| Golden hair ribbons
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| One girl didn’t have
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| Her golden hair ribbon on
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| It was found
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| In her pocket
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| She had been late for the party
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| And hadn’t had time to put her ribbon on
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| Well now, we don’t do that anymore
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| That kind of action
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| Has fallen
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| Into desuetude
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| Nevertheless
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| The king still wears the golden crown of the sun
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| The sense has gone yet the poetry somehow
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| Echoes |