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The lights of the ashes smoulder through hills and vales |
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Nostalgia burns in the hearts of the strongest |
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Picasso is painting the ships in the harbour |
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The wind and sails |
| [00:48.60] |
These are years with a genius for living |
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The rope is cut, the rabbit is loose |
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Fire at will in this open season |
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The blood of a poet, the ink in the well |
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It's all written down in this age of reason |
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The animals run through harvested fields of fire |
| [01:55.60] |
The bitterness shown on the face of the homeless |
| [02:03.40] |
Picasso is painting the flames from the houses |
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The sudden rain |
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These are years with a genius for living |
| [02:24.25] |
The rope has been cut, the rabbit is loose |
| [02:27.85] |
Fire at will in this open season |
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The blood of a poet, the ink in the well |
| [02:35.99] |
It's all written down in this age of reason |
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Fire at will |
