| Arts and dreams |
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| 13th of March, 2002 |
| No mere shadow saw it all We prepared for the Sunset to come And after nightfall Everybody had their part in the day Short messages whispered in silence Once the tongue spoke true Now departed from flesh As they're walking to and fro A statue torn In womb The moonchild's born Praise and fall The stubborn one Bathing in tears, I awake It's reality it must face No destinction in here and now Lo between arts and dreams There's a heated passion in t'air Shines does the piercing in her brow Troy falls in warfare Belched forth demands from Thronce A statue torn In womb The moonchild's born Praise and fall The stubborn one Bathing in tears, I awake It's reality it must face No destinction in here and now Lo between arts and dreams |