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I extinguished the ultimate fire |
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To give respite to my eyes |
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I'm imprisoned in the bowels of an ox |
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And here indeed I can no longer lift my arms |
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I listened to the myths of heroes and bawdy poets |
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I dug within tombs of love and of the saints |
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But the furious cry of the earth |
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Beats my ears again |
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And still I'm forced to hear |
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Now I'm here with you, my friends, my friends forever |
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You are more than a brother, you're drunk from my glass |
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You hold my arm while I speak |
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You look at me in silence |
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But it's from you that I ask help |
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My hands, that are so tired |
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All my weariness lain over my shoulders |
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All that's left to me is your help |
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The air feels the dawn, trembling as it waits |
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My throat trembles, long waiting dawn |
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Outside the day is born |
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And we, at length die. |
