Destiny
Seasons pass, an early grave
Waits for me ashore.
People tell me to behave...
How can they be so sure?
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Seasons pass, an early grave
Waits for me ashore.
People tell me to behave...
How can they be so sure?
Holy spirits, you walk up there in the light, on soft earth
Shining god-like breezes touch upon you gently, as a woman's fingers play music on holy strings
Like sleeping infants the gods breathe without any plan; the spirit flourishes co...
1856 Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass,
Joy-thundering cannon, blent with chiming bells,
And martial strains, the full-voiced pæan swells
The air is starred with flags, the chanted mass Throngs all the churches, yet the bro...