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Oh GodThe sound they must have heard in the distance |
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A wilderness of sound and movement |
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Repeating itself across the narrows of the mountainside |
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The cries of creatures crashing, kill them |
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The human voices heralding the hillside |
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Their bellows bouncing, ripe with resonance |
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From here the unimportant call |
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Receive the unimportant answer |
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Oh goddess, who bore us what we must have done |
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Goddess, who bore us what we must have done |
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Bury your daughter and pray for a son |
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The wind and the rain(Oh goddess, who bore us what we must have done) |
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Spoke a language of wonder(Bury your daughter and pray for a son) |
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To a species rising thickly to a dialog with thunder |
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From an empty space between no good with the rest |
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Clear the empty space between bad and worse |
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Language unravels and irony hurts, yeah |
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In the common place between hunger and thirst |
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The words that could find us, a blessing or curse |
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The words that can find us, the ideas diverse |
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Now can I hear the song without verse? |
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The sound, of the sound, of the sound |
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Of the sound, uttered first |
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With the burst into nothing so silent |
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So silent and soft |
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The sound, of the sound, of the sound, uttered first |
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Burst into nothing so smoothening and soft |
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The silence inside you when the music is stopped |
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The silence inside you when the music is stopped |
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When the music is stopped |