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The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land |
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Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: |
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A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers, |
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But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking |
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He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise |
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In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise |
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He's chained forever to a world that's departed |
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It's not enough, it's not enough |
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His blood has frozen & curdled with fright |
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His knees have trembled & given way in the night |
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His hand has weakened at the moment of truth |
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His step has faltered |
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One world, one soul |
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Time pass, the river rolls |
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And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication |
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And silent replies that swirl invitation |
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Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea |
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A grim intimation of what is to be |
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There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night |
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And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight |
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And silence that speaks so much louder than words, |
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Of promises broken |
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