| Spiraling nights in the void.
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| Weathered coat and a dagger.
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| If I dream back my youth I can still hear you sing.
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| A voice that will die on a mountain.
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| And I fear that I’ve stayed here just a little too long.
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| I had to go where you couldn’t follow.
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| In my weariness I still hear you singing in my mind.
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| All the fortunes they took away!
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| The shifting earth beneath us.
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| Nothing to observe!
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| The clouds at our feet.
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| Nothing to observe!
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| The sun was made a jewel.
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| Nothing to observe!
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| When at night it did sleep.
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| Nothing to observe!
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| Cast in a trench of fire.
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| I can see the sky is a ceiling.
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| And when my heart dies down,
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| I am long gone on the fields of summer’s green.
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| Away from fall and famine!
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| In my weariness I still hear you singing in my mind.
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| All the fortunes they took away!
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| The shifting earth beneath us.
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| Nothing to observe!
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| The clouds at our feet.
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| Nothing to observe!
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| The sun was made a jewel.
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| Nothing to observe!
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| When at night it did sleep.
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| I am in every season,
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| the one you have always known.
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| Life did not reward you!
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| So find your way to the river and let go.
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| The shifting earth beneath us.
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| Nothing to observe!
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| The clouds at our feet.
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| Nothing to observe!
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| The sun was made a jewel.
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| Nothing to observe!
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| When at night it did sleep.
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| Nothing to observe! |