Deus ex machina...
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After ten rainy summers
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And nine destructive winters
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There was hardly nothing left
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But a bare and sore ground
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Lite a stripped and dried out soul
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Without body and skin
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And the cold wind blew the hazel trees
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And the cold wind blew the hazel trees
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Reminding them of how old they are
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Suddenly a force from above
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Silenced the elegy
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It was at the end of the day
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It was at the end of the day
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Although the beginning of a new and bright tomorrow
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Deus ex machina...
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After ten rainy summers
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And nine destructive winters
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There was a last sudden gust of wind
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Before the life and freshness again
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Touched every heart, mind and soul
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And the comfortable summer breeze
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Played with the green leaves of the hazel trees
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Reminding them of how young
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And beautiful they are
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Echoing a sorrowless future to come
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They thought about their lives
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How satisfying they were
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And they spoke with happy childlike voices
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After ten rainy summers
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And nine destructive winters
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Deus ex machina...
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Deus Ex Machina
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| Liv Kristine |
