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When The Weeping Down Beheld Its Mortal Thirst |
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When the waters cover the earth once more |
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And the great sea weeps again |
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Darkness shall coke the dying light |
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And the almighty king sun bleed |
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Only then shall we come to know |
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That which is our mortal thirst |
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For heavenly realms is our soul athirst |
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This pain is felt by man alone |
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I remember when the transcendent moon |
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Brought the lunar waves even higher |
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Creation, from the vivid lucidity, an emonation |
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Who am I? That created creation... |
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Glorification be to your name and ways |
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Thou art the bringer of greatness |
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In your name we art lost |
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We art but microcosmic dust |
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We art by your extention |
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Your limbs art our souls |
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Your dark is our light |
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Yet let not our ignorant prose |
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Be he upheard by your manifold omnipresence |
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For thour art wisdom personified |
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Thou art the Transcendental |