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| Blind to the Beautiful
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| The stars are fading, ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
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| The bread we have broken, the wine we drank from tarnished cups,
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| And I stopped believing in miracles a long long time ago,
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| I lost my faith and I sacrificed my soul,
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| I worshiped fallen idols, chased false prophets to an end,
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| To where I just can’t see the beautiful anymore
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| The ice retreating, mountains exposed in the sun,
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| The earth is baking, raindrops precede the floods
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| And hurricanes with children’s names write our history
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| Signatures tracked by satellites on high,
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| We should have talked about the weather a bit more seriously,
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| More than stocks and shares and corporate wares,
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| We were blinded by the skeptics and their greed
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| I just can’t see the beautiful anymore; |
| I just can’t see the beautiful anymore
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| I howled and I cried when the melody died, the song was finally over,
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| There was nothing to say, words stole away, their meaning lost in the ether,
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| What there was left stopped making sense, a broken up alphabet, language
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| dispersed
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| I just can’t hear the beautiful anymore
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| The oceans are rising, islands in time disappear,
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| The canyons burning, forests consumed by the flames,
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| Wildfires rage across the plains to be starved by barren soil,
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| Deserted farms where seeds refuse to grow,
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| I close my eyes to cloudless skies I dream of what we had before,
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| I just can’t see the beautiful anymore
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| I just can’t see the beautiful anymore
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| Show me the beautiful; |
| bring back the beautiful, show me the beautiful
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| I want to see the beautiful once more |