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Children, behold the elders falling |
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hear nature chime, the widow calling |
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See that moldered face, once gazing |
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throughout horizons, throughout seasons |
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Men, behold the nature tolling |
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hear the depravity of man |
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See the sunshine blurring, once sharp and gleaming |
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Throughout winters, throughout summers |
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Nature, the venomous path of man |
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the existential gravity, the blinder of light |
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Mankind, bestride the glimpse of the Sun |
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instinctively oppose, the harvester of light |
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Elders, hear the mountains calling |
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behold the certainty, the leaves of future falling |
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See the downfall, in midst of the havoc |
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throughout ages, throughout generations |
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Nature, the venomous path of man |
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the existential gravity, the blinder of light |
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Mankind, bestride the glimpse of the Sun |
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instinctively oppose, the harvester of light |
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Dwelling the night towards further sight |
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I am the earthling, bearer of the past |
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I am the earthling, dwelling the presence |
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I am the earthling, exploring the future vast |
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I am the weaver of the Sun |
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I am the earthling, I am the weaver of the Sun |