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作词 : Evan Berry/Wayne Ingram/Jon Teachey/Dan Müller/Joe Gettler |
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作曲 : Evan Berry/Wayne Ingram/Jon Teachey/Dan Müller/Joe Gettler |
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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream |
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The earth, and every common sight |
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To me did seem |
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Apparelled in celestial light |
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The glory and the freshness of a dream |
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It is not now as it hath been of yore;— |
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Turn wheresoe'er I may |
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By night or day |
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The things which I have seen I now can see no more |
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（The beginning of the poem “OdeIntimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood” by William Wordsworth, a 19th century English Romantic poet, is being cited here.） |
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Weak for too long to notice the calling |
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Weak for too long to feel the falling |
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Days carried on, their touch but an instant |
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No time to hear my voice in the distance |
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Reading the pages of life, he summoned the will to rejoice in the dark |
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Lessons learned from forefathers must surely be enough for a spark |
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His fist was tightly clenched around the seeds he had amassed |
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He climbed the trees of strangers, sought the etchings of their past |
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But in the night, violence dreamt of his mind |
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And where it opens |
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Constructing a fortress of knowledge, he left no future in the arms of chance |
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Avoid any hypocrisy, avoid the failures dance |
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Useless, his free soul |
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Ensure control |
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Black words spewed forth from his head |
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One for each thought he had saved |
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Solidifying, rusting forms |
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They sealed in the cave |
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Excavation of will from the vaults of the earth |
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Sunlight burning through his back as his eyes sought dirt |
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Almost there, a time to be strong |
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He was almost there, but he waited too long |
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Every piece, every word to life's song |
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He had dug, he'd put into place |
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But the order was wrong |
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He can never let go |
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Madness always creeps slow |
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Breezes of the empty brush past the surface |
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All the voices wither, the limbs are quiet |
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Is there time to return to the plot of nothing? |
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Can the blood now follow the stream into the sea? |
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A different darkness guides him, no path can be chosen |
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Forms become a question, he will not know their source |
