| I have a wish to sing
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| Of time before the beginning
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| When nothing was all
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| But how to sing of nothing?
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| So I sing of the beginning
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| The birth of all creation
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| The borders of nothingness
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| The substance of inception
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| The solitude of space my uncaring mother
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| My father salt of the sea
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| Still unborn I remained
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| Unopened the narrow gate
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| Unborn in my hiding place
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| No release by my maker
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| Wrapped around my darkness
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| I knew my that time was waiting
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| I felt the passage of days and nights
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| And northern stars
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| The solitude of space my uncaring mother
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| My father salt of the sea
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| The void and infinity were never ending
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| Time had no beginning
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| The songs were born into my mind
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| The knowledge of the stars
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| The stories before and after
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| The spells of war and peace
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| The birth of the world was my birth too
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| I found the land, began the time
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| From shorelessness of the sea
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| From underneath the space
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| The songs were born into my mind
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| The knowledge of the stars
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| The stories before and after
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| The spells of war and peace
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| The birth of the world was my birth too
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| I found the land, began the time
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| From shorelessness of the sea
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| From underneath the space
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| The space
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| I have a wish to sing
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| Of time before the beginning… |