The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers, But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking Hes haunted by the memory of a lost paradise In his youth or a dream, he cant be precise Hes chained forever to a world thats departed Its not enough, its not enough His blood has frozen & curdled with fright His knees have trembled & given way in the night His hand has weakened at the moment of truth His step has faltered One world, one soul Time pass, the river rolls https://youtube/watch?v=ges_1E6OocE
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 07:34:15 +0000
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