| …went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
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| To return with the wisdom of the kings…
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| Let me dream. |
| (Let the jewels gleam.)
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| Let the fallen hear:
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| «It never rains around here.»
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| The sand smothered on my chest…
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| Was music choir…
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| It will never leave…
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| …the scar…
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| The choir will never leave.
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| Sing for the lurker.
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| Sing for the one with horns.
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| We pity the feathers,
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| we devour the wing…
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| I sang for the swans.
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| I raped her on her throne.
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| Let the fallen…
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| Let the fallen hear.
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| «It never rains around here.»
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| The sane, with its beautiful voices…
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| A choir. |
| Leave… leave the misery of the swans.
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| the swans, smothered on our chests,
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| Was music… choir… |