The Poet: One hundred billion suns spin in our Milky Way Ten million galaxies beyond That we can hear, that we just hear And larger than our own And out beyond, beyond - an infinity of suns Vast spinning islands in the firmament We cannot hear the sounds of what is out beyond our ken Beyond may be forever spinning worlds How can we upon on Earth view the world below With the eye of greed and enmity Marvellous the motion of the shining universe Open up your heart to unity
Hand-Maids: Aphrodite rose from her golden couch and smiled
Aphrodite: How petty these mortals be Listen to that poet Trying to describe the immensity of my never ending universe My ceremonials they have debased My rituals forgotten Listen well, my handmaids Were there but one poet who can truly praise me Perhaps then he may be able to save this little planet From the foolishness of humankindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
