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作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
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作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
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What has happened while we slept? |
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We have revived the water... or perhaps it simply woke up on its own. |
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Anticipating... it is murmuring now along its ancient bed. |
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Where is the stone... the tower...that worships...and reveres us? |
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No such a stone is here, I swear...well feeling that there should be |
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On hottest rods we're shooting through the night along a private garden-way... |
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Though we no longer have any business being here |
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On the left-hand side the greenhouse of a market garden... |
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What fragile shoots are being sheltered there?! |
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Merry Rock, dressed in the midnight gown of tears, |
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He is sitting on the floor and cries |
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His eyes are gazing at the western sky... |
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Oh everything seems lost to him |
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Tapping his shoulder gently, |
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My desire hardly concealed: |
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You've done a lot already, and much more you will achieve! |
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Sweet syrup consolation is dripping from my mouth... |
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Can I, myself, believe this solemn vow? |
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I shattered all the mirrors fearfully hoping |
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That they won't be able to remember my face. |
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Darkest of all lights |
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Most greedy to embrace |
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Surrounded by demons |
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Or breathing in life... |
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Between the tides the time seems endlessly |
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The force of habit or whatever |
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Pulled me back into a well-known pain. |
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What uses the knowledge of my progression |
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When the old world is gone |
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Without a new in sight, with my new found life |
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I am homeless again... |
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the force of habit or whatever |
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pulled me back into a well-known pain. |
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What uses the knowledge of my progression |
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when the old world is gone |
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without a new in sight, with my new found life |
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I am homeless again... |
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"I don't want to be |
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a perverted temple of my Lord... |
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thought His hand I am |
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I have forgotten how to bear or understand His word..." |
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I am falling down |
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back to the lowest spheres... Do you know my name? |
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Did you answer |
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I just cannot hear... |
