DeepSeaGreen - Howler | Текст песни

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Rising and setting, the two sky figures
Swing through the narrow cloud train.
They cut the sky into long blue ribbons
Like the sense of rising in the cold rain.

Bones bulge out of oaks
They harden on the red wind,
And time’s conviction moves them
From book to rigid book end.

Meanwhile, the fires are breeding and beating
Holes into hollow opinions.
We slip into never speaking
And preciously guard our own dominions.

Fear grows out of hope
Then hardens on the red wind.
And sad convictions move them
From book to ragged book end.

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