| Out from the woods, with weapon in hand
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| — they flee 'cross the fields
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| leading the tribe, into a new land
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| to build a home by the river.
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| To capture the rites, the cycle of birth
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| — to sow and to follow
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| to harvest the fruits, from the womb of the earth
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| and the seeds of the present
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| — sky!
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| Gathering light, for the snake to unfold
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| down a passage of stone
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| into the core, to watch it explode
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| let it shine like the bright star in the sky.
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| Wake them up now, the seeds in your eyes
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| in flora’s name
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| flora!
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| we do revive you.
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| Come again with your
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| petals in bloom — white
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| as the moon that shines on the fields.
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| We bid you to rise
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| and cleanse our minds
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| strengthen our hearts
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| Daylight — silver and gold spun soaring
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| threads of life — bright chariot
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| descending on cities of stone
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| sensing the serpent eight within us
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| as moonlight breaths the dawn
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| Listen to the words, that fly with the wind
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| — that fly with the wind
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| the teachings of the earth, that flows from within
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| let it shine like the brightest in the sky.
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| Relieve us! |
| Relieve them!
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| we have blinded ourselves and cannot see
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| relieve them! |
| relieve us!
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| Let it shine like the bright star of the sky.
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| Once, in the dark,
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| a hand outstretched towards a spark
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| grasped a form, a shape
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| a circling square
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| inside a sphere,
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| around and round towards the signs
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| flowing stream of life,
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| the floral web and the sea
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| enter the core and dissolve
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| closer to a meaning
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| orbiting.
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| What we used to be
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| tells us something of where, where we belong
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| orbiting
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| deep down inside the greater beings hidden laws
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| the reference frame of all life
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| Euclidean space inside the observer
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| orbiting. |