| The world disappeared
|
| But only for an instant
|
| Then boundaries died
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| And shape went extinct
|
| And the world reappeared as blackness
|
| Nothing was something
|
| As huge as a thousand oceans
|
| They ripped pages out of books
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| To build their fires
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| They felt the earth vibrating
|
| Like a newborn child
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| They stripped off all their clothes
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| They gave themselves new names
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| Even god himself fell apart
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| Life itself became profane
|
| Notions of nations became a joke
|
| All bodies became beautiful
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| On the day the deaf went blind
|
| The world disappeared
|
| But only for an instant
|
| Then boundaries died
|
| And shape went extinct
|
| And the world reappeared as blackness
|
| Nothing was something
|
| As huge as a thousand oceans
|
| They ripped pages out of books
|
| To build their fires
|
| They felt the earth vibrating
|
| Like a newborn child
|
| They stripped off all their clothes
|
| They gave themselves new names
|
| Even god himself fell apart
|
| Life itself became profane
|
| They touched grass for the first time
|
| They made love with
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| Every inch of their bodies
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| On the day the deaf went blind
|
| They touched grass for the first time
|
| They made love with
|
| Every inch of their bodies
|
| On the day the deaf went blind |