[00:00.79]Five lines
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[00:11.73]Five lines
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[00:18.30]With which he marked time
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[00:24.43]Five lines flared from the ovens
[00:28.73]
[00:33.58]He pulled the ribbons from their hair
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[00:41.93]With melodies beaten from the sheets of his mother
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[00:49.25]Songs for the end of time
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[00:58.75]Five lines
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[01:04.49]Return the birds to their singing
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[01:13.09]The sun fell  should we leave it to the foxes
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[01:22.61]The sun fell from the sky
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[01:27.61]Leave it to its wits and its devices
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[01:32.84]The sun fell from the sky in the form of a stag
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[01:40.99]Buried deep in the forest
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[01:49.74]And that’s where he felled it
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[01:55.33]A blow to the head
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[02:03.55]That left it unconscious
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[02:09.56]Nothing further was said
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[02:20.15]We’ll set a place for him
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[02:27.75]We’ll set a place then
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[02:35.83]For he had tried
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[02:39.72]Blood  bone  feathers to the sky
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[02:45.47]Even in flight
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[02:49.20]Nothing could have spared him
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[02:58.90]Five lines
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[03:06.08]Five lines flared from the oven
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[03:15.22]Five lines with which he marked out time
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[03:31.03]Leave him for the foxes
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[03:41.22]Leave him for the foxes