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Fade into stars |
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As god machines |
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With our arms |
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We will shape the world |
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With this breath |
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We become the world |
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In parts I lie, staring at the clouds |
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And listening to the vultures sing |
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the husk beneath this shroud |
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Brings alms to fallow wings |
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Vines spring from my blood |
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Wheat grows of my flesh and bone |
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The birds descend from above |
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To lift my body from the stone |
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A fair trade, my clay for a soul |
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So a pigeon thrives while I have passed |
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The mountain justly claims its toll |
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To break the raptors' fast |
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Their shrieks soothe as siren calls |
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Their talons dancer's hands |
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Why angels don demon shawls |
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Is not for us to understand |
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I glide in feather's embrace |
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Their beaks beckoning the frost |
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To fly past the fog, to rise into grace |
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And join the loved ones we had lost |
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The falcons roost upon the wind |
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I mediate until the morn |
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Absorbing times I've loved and sinned |
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At light I wake, a being reborn |