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Did God bestow his glance
Upon your battered back?
It always looks like rain when you look at the sky ,
So push your heart to the ground to keep it warm.

These laboured hands
know the taste of the soil
These sunken eyes
They had forgot the sun.

Heart marches on
To the rhythm of a season's change,
When the winter is done
It'll finally rest in a grave.

From deepest sea to the above
In search of innocence
That we have sold,
That we have lost long ago.

Mercyful time
Will wash our names away
We'll meet our fathers in the ground
Wither down
Wither down...

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