Searching news ways of laughing
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ones whereby one could
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express and transform
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all the shattering
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all the gratuitious
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the burdens of guilt
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growing these new ways
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will dawn on us if
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we look hard enough
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searching and finding
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mais l'arbre tombe
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a la terre l'arbre tombe
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le son de ton silence
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m'aide a toucher le fond
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et lac sale de l'âme
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lac sale oû je ?"meurs"?
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le son de ton silence
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m'apprend aussi qu'un jour
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je vainquerai ma douleur
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cette vague de douleur
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qui entre mon bras droit
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searching new ways of yodeling
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once whereby one could
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express and convey
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longlasting virtue
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without destruction
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without rejection
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hoping these new ways
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will dawn on us if
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we look hard enough
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hoping and searching
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translation
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Searching news ways of laughing
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once whereby one could
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express and transform
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all the shattering
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all the gratitious
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the burdens of guilt
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growing these new ways
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will dawn on us if
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we look hard enough
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searching and finding
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But the tree falls
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to the ground the tree falls again
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the sound of your silence
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helps me touch rock-bottom
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and salted lake of ?"age/old age"?
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salted lake where i ?"die"?
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the sound of your silence
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informs me also
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that I'll vanquish over my pain
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this wave of pain
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which enters my right arm
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searching new ways of yodeling
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once whereby one could
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express and convey
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longlasting virtue
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without destruction
|
without rejection
|
hoping these new ways
|
will dawn on us if
|
we look hard enough
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hoping and searching
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translation by david
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Prisoner Of Mars
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Stereolab |