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[00:27.02]He stood upon the last
[00:29.80]Bastions of the place
[00:32.98]Looked out on the ruins
[00:36.26]With thunder in his face
[00:39.54]An introverted spectacle
[00:42.78]In the flowers on the rocks
[00:46.09]The daisies on the ramparts
[00:49.47]Blowing free
[00:52.78]His heart was divided
[00:55.85]Clouds gathered in the sky
[00:59.22]The belfry made of wood and steel
[01:02.30]Was silenced in it’s cry
[01:05.80]Something must have happened
[01:08.99]What, he wouldn’t say
[01:12.53]But shown within
[01:14.09]The wider lens of history
[01:18.98]His mission the transmission
[01:25.43]Of technology
[01:39.57]One cannon trained upon the church
[01:42.25]This one caught his eye
[01:46.02]“To keep the bishop in his place”
[01:49.14]He muttered with a sigh
[01:52.37]His mood was melancholy
[01:55.42]His attitude severe
[01:59.03]His inner burden
[02:00.89]Weighed upon him mightily
[02:27.12]A bird as never seen in books
[02:29.65]Flew in overhead
[02:32.80]A kind of dove it might have been
[02:36.19]But not a sound was said
[02:39.48]All the ancient knowledge lay
[02:42.73]In pieces on the ground
[02:45.95]The cause of all his suffering
[02:49.30]Was not for love of me.
[02:52.53]His mission the transmission
[02:58.76]Of technology