| Black is the sunlight shimmering below;
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| It flows through life and the guilt we share
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| Our sorrow, it cuts through the undergrowth
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| As we abandon this ravenous Earth alone
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| The zeitgeist dimmed the surface and seized the soul
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| Our Mother wept behind the fence
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| And we drained her blood, then forgetting her face
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| And hide from everyone…
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| To breathe, to conquer
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| To linger, to utilize the ignorant herd
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| In rapture from nature we divorce
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| Like orphans by desire
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| From this closing light
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| The bewildered sleep
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| The shadowy voyager is lurking;
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| He’s in the flesh of landscapes vaporous
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| The vacant, untiring Sovran of old…
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| He’s the machinery; |
| igniting the paralyzed soil
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| We took the blood of the earth
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| And fell in love with death
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| With life itself as an excuse
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| Black is the sunlight shimmering below;
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| It flows through life and the guilt we share
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| We’re hiding in chorus as starry eyes close
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| And seasons part in farewell;
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| 'cause we drained her blood, then forgetting her face
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| To hide from everyone
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| The bewildered sleep
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| The shadowy voyager is lurking;
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| He’s in the flesh of landscapes vaporous
|
| The vacant, untiring Sovran of old…
|
| He’s the machinery; |
| igniting the paralyzed soil |