| "Voices of a thousand years" | |
| Alive amidst the sunken trees The mellowy moist is yours I can hear, the voices of a thousand years And I believe them all I believe them all Surrender, shes not asking for more Enriched by the fervour of the sedate I`m counting the hours but theres no need to escape I`m lost, but easily found Cos shes breaking ground The battle has long been won Shes found her place in the descending sun Surrender, shes not asking for more Enriched by the fervour of the sedate I`m counting the hours but theres no need to escape She`s crafted and devinely balanced I`m melting solftly into the earthy scape |
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