| Recollections of dicey territories
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| Where I dreamed myself away
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| I was only my consciousness and nothing else
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| And in the mind of the sun they were all dicing with death
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| With pain they howled in the heart of the world
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| But screaming my lungs out there was nothing to hear
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| In the mind of the sun there was nowhere to hide and everything to fear
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| Wrapped by emptiness trapped in loneliness
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| Far beyond, they were all dancing on the shiny solar beam
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| As the new age was glently looming
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| Earth cracks, human veins
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| Scattered roots, glued fingers
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| Slowly growing like creeping snakes
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| And far beyond, they were all dicing with death
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| Feet in the dust, hands in the ash
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| With prayers and hopes some tried to make sense
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| Of the unfathomable mystery
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| Releasing the raven to search for the water land
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| They believed the future was here
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| Sucked out in the remaining salt
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| From Yam Suph, no longer a water of hope
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| Wrapped by emptiness trapped in loneliness
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| Far beyond, they were all dancing on the shiny solar beam
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| And far beyond, they were all dicing with death
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| Earth cracks, human veins
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| Scattered roots, glued fingers
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| Slowly growing like creeping snakes
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| And far beyond, they were all dicing with death
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| Et au coeur de ce monde au loin ils hurlèrent
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| Un cri résonnant à travers ces sols déracinés
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| Croyant que l’avenir était là avec leurs pères
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| Car ce monde se devait de subsister
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| A l’infini ils eurent dansé sur le souffle du soleil
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| Et croyant que l’avenir était là avec leurs pères
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| Leurs prières trahissaient à présent les peurs
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| Celles qui se dessinaient d’heure en heure
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| Celles du déracinement salutaire |