Black is the sunlight shimmering below;
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It flows through life and the guilt we share
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Our sorrow, it cuts through the undergrowth,
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As we abandon this ravenous Earth alone
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The zeitgeist dimmed the surface and seized the soul
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Our Mother wept behind the fence,
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And we drained her blood, then forgetting her face,
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And hide from everyone...
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To breathe, to conquer,
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To linger, to utilize the ignorant herd
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In rapture from nature we divorce,
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Like orphans by desire,
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From this closing light
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The bewildered sleep -
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The shadowy voyager is lurking;
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He's in the flesh of landscapes vaporous
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The vacant, untiring Sovran of old...
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He's the machinery; igniting the paralyzed soil
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We took the blood of the earth
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And fell in love with death
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With life itself as an excuse
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Black is the sunlight shimmering below;
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It flows through life and the guilt we share
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We're hiding in chorus as starry eyes close,
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And seasons part in farewell;
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'Cause we drained her blood, then forgetting her face
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To hide from everyone
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The bewildered sleep -
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The shadowy voyager is lurking;
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He's in the flesh of landscapes vaporous
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The vacant, untiring Sovran of old...
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He's the machinery; igniting the paralyzed soil
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The Last Hour Ancient Sunlight
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| Draconian |
