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From the sea to the source
From mountain to plain Runs the phantom of life The foul shadow of death But between us A dawn of ardent flesh is born And exact good that sets the earth in order We advance with calm step And nature salutes us The day embodies our colours Fire our eyes the sea our union And all living resemble us All the living we love Imaginary the others Wrong and defined by their birth But we must struggle against them They live by dagger blows They speak like a broken chair Their lips tremble with joy At the echo of leaden bells At the muteness of dark gold A lone heart not a heart A lone heart all the hearts And the bodies every star In a sky filled with stars In a career in movement Of light and of glances Our weight shines on the earth Glaze of desire To sing of human shores For you the living I love And for all those that we love That have no desire but to love I’ll end truly by barring the road Afloat with enforced dreams I’ll end truly by finding myself We’ll take possession of earth
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