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| The crack of this wood, Cedar burning to redeem Secrets time dares not tell. They're cast like a spell... The smell of this grass as I leave my foot pressed in it brings shadows of past and the taste of the dust that is buried in it. |
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| These horns that are blown their sounds I have known and this tune that I hum is of cobwebs undone, undone... I have been here before, smelt the taste of these hills. Like cattle I grazed these fields of an unknown terrain where my heart met its pain, its pain washed away by the rain... The crack of this dawn, Sun burning these skies to redeem ties time dares not tell, they're cast like a spell. The smell of this grass as I leave my foot pressed in it, brings shadows of past and the taste of the dust that is buried in it. I have swam these same seas, rode the crest of waves like these. I've had to row this same boat without oars, before. |
| I have tracked these same woods, fell off the face of these cliffs and I know what it's like to fly these skies without wings, before. This wind that is blown its lashings I have known and the rhythm of this drum speaks of cobwebs being done, being done... I have been here before, smelt the taste of this grass, seen the flight of these clouds, slept under these trees, I fell here on my knees, before. The crack of this wood, Cedar burning to redeem Secrets time dares not tell, they're cast like a spell... |
| INA 2001 |
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