| I listened for ages, to the sound of æons
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| No one really ever answered;
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| Just riddles for the living ones
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| I was sitting aside the statues of old
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| Listening to voices, and languages unknown
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| Beholding the pride of timelessness
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| Under ancient trees
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| Many carved their names and thoughts here
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| Washed away by uncounted rainfalls and storms
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| Melancholic mood is filling this place;
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| This place in my very mind
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| Listening to the statues of stone, beholding the ancestors of old
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| I shall strive no more in the present world
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| I lay back and fall in my dreams
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| About time so long ago
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| Listening to my Ancestors of Stone
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| My way to infinity
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| Listening to my Ancestors of Stone
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| I listen for ages
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| To the sound of hell
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| No one really ever answered
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| Just riddles for the living ones
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| I was sitting aside the statues of old
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| Listening to voices, and languages unknown
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| Listening to the statues of stone, beholding the ancestors of old
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| I shall strive no more in the present world
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| I lay back and fall in my dreams
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| About time so long ago
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| Listening to my Ancestors of Stone
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| My way to infinity
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| Listening to my Ancestors of Stone |