I. Cord Of Life
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream.
Coins and crosses
Turn round tailor, assaulting
Never know their fruitless worth;
all the mornings of the interest shown, presenting one another to the cord,Cords are broken,
All left dying, rediscovered Of the door that turned round,Locked inside the mother earth.
To close the cover, all the interest shown,They won't hide, hold, they won't tell you,
To turn one another, to the sign at the time float your climb.Watching the world, watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.
And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
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