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[ti:The Bridegroom] |
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[ar:Dawn Fung] |
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[al:The Last Morning] |
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Can you see the sun rising up |
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over the moon. |
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With her smile in her hair, |
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black and shining as the stars. |
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In the sky falling down |
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like a fireball inside. |
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Of my eyes burning brightly |
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with sparkles in the night. |
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Turning red, turning white, |
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turning over to the side. |
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Feeling sick, curling up, |
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mesmerised as if some things |
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did collide, in the sky... |
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Can you hear the life on the ground |
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where you stood. |
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Turning the green turn to brown, |
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and the withered thing is proudly |
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Now dust and its sin |
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was to not believe a thing |
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In the word prophesied |
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for this time to die and till |
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Gold is pavement for feet |
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once the broken world is crumbling |
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To bits and our memories |
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subside into sounds in the sky... |
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Can you see the rain lacerating |
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off the lines |
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On the road, where you lie deep |
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inside the ground of broken |
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Debris, oversize sliced |
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and shaking in the wind |
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Rising up, like a tide surging |
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through the iron wires |
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Thrown aside, from the skyscrapers |
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torn to pieces when |
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The messiah, on his horse came |
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with fire in his eyes |
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to collect you, his bride... |
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Can you hear the time rolling up |
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its hands to three |
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In the hour, of the night |
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where the painted cloud has turned |
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Into brush drying up, black |
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and gold dust into drink |
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Sucking small galaxies, |
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into puddles toasting wine |
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Bread and dine for a feast, |
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at the wedding of the bride |
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And the groom, burning hair, long |
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and tender as his kiss warm as life... |
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