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Emotions take shape |
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(Of poetry) |
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Conquer bright hues |
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(And freedom) |
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Mind reveals a taste |
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(Like that one of) |
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A cherry spitting |
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(Inside your mouth) |
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So pouring |
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(Its sweet soul) |
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Now your singing comes head |
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(Mysterious) |
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Among the foliages of this nocturnal wood |
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(Mysterious) |
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As you rose and heard the noise of life |
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You loved who glorified it, in a fight, you knew |
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With no end |
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Then nine sisters |
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The most wise |
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And noble you slip into |
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The mind of those who can |
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Listen |
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And maybe tell of deeds |
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That sound among this swarming |
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You sang so the worth wouldn't melt |
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Like foam into the sea |
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But gave light to the new men's way ... |
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Hardly you sing, all imposing |
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Shadow stand out of past and future heroes |
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Ever alive |
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Across the time and the space |