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Leaving |
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the forest where we came |
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to life and where we |
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praised the Sun and the Moon |
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tomorrow brought us closer to all the hidden things |
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what we became |
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Out from the woods, with weapon in hand |
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- they flee 'cross the fields |
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leading the tribe, into a new land |
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to build a home by the river. |
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To capture the rites, the cycle of birth |
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- to sow and to follow |
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to harvest the fruits, from the womb of the earth |
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and the seeds of the present |
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- sky! |
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Gathering light, for the snake to unfold |
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down a passage of stone |
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into the core, to watch it explode |
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let it shine like the bright star in the sky. |
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Wake them up now, the seeds in your eyes |
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in flora's name |
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flora! |
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we do revive you. |
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Come again with your |
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petals in bloom - white |
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as the moon that shines on the fields. |
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We bid you to rise |
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and cleanse our minds |
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strengthen our hearts |
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Daylight - silver and gold spun soaring |
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threads of life - bright chariot |
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descending on cities of stone |
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sensing the serpent eight within us |
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as moonlight breaths the dawn |
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Listen to the words, that fly with the wind |
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- that fly with the wind |
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the teachings of the earth, that flows from within |
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let it shine like the brightest in the sky. |
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Relieve us! Relieve them! |
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we have blinded ourselves and cannot see |
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relieve them! relieve us! |
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Let it shine like the bright star of the sky. |
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Once, in the dark, |
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a hand outstretched towards a spark |
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grasped a form, a shape |
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a circling square |
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inside a sphere, |
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around and round towards the signs |
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flowing stream of life, |
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the floral web and the sea |
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enter the core and dissolve |
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closer to a meaning |
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orbiting. |
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What we used to be |
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tells us something of where, where we belong |
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orbiting |
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deep down inside the greater beings hidden laws |
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the reference frame of all life |
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Euclidean space inside the observer |
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orbiting. |
