| Beyond the stars I have searched
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| Turned roots to soil, from soil to stones, from stones to stars
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| Throughout my time in depth
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| Turned seed to water, from water to life, from life to death
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| I have felt the rain, I have felt the hands
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| Two I answer in five’s glory
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| So from the war of madness
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| Who will gain?
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| The only cycle, lifeline presents for you
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| Despondency, pathetic lovers, emotional chanting
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| Your hopeless mirage
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| While prints flourish to spring, settl in a new time
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| Dawn repats itself, to subdue completely
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| While prints flourish to spring, settle in a new time
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| Caress the after, feel your sin, embrace the submission, the wind whispering
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| funeral tales
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| Scream his name, spill your blood, a mask still stares for humankind
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| Who repeated the cycle? |
| What are sheeps astray? |
| When emotions erect,
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| as resin bleed, you’re forced to open
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| Beyond the stars I have searched, turned roots to soil, from soil to stones,
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| from stones to stars
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| Throughout my time in depth, turned seed to water, from water to life,
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| from life to death
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| As soft stem cracks, from the inside, withered and forgotten
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| Behold the source of life! |