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The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land |
| [02:49.00] |
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky |
| [02:54.14] |
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers |
| [02:58.71] |
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking |
| [03:09.08] |
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise |
| [03:14.22] |
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise |
| [03:19.03] |
He's chained forever to a world that's departed |
| [03:24.06] |
It's not enough, it's not enough |
| [03:54.32] |
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright |
| [03:59.26] |
His knees have trembled & given way in the night |
| [04:04.21] |
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth |
| [04:09.83] |
His step has faltered |
| [04:20.04] |
One world, one soul |
| [04:30.00] |
Time pass, the river rolls |
| [05:40.32] |
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication |
| [05:45.35] |
And silent replies that swirl invitation |
| [05:50.90] |
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea |
| [05:56.12] |
A grim intimation of what is to be |
| [06:06.28] |
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night |
| [06:11.00] |
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight |
| [06:16.01] |
And silence that speaks so much louder than words |
| [06:21.06] |
Of promises broken |
