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| Divine Comedy, The - Bleak Landscape |
I cannot reconcile myself to this¡º I wish i could! I cannot live the life i ought to live¡º I know i should! I cannot bring myself to pray, Except to wish these words away They echo round my head But soon they will escape Across the bleak landscape There is a tree that grows out of this earth It stands alone There is a wind that shaped it from its birth By whom the seed was sown I cannot bring myself to sing It is a wild, untethered thing That echoes round my head But soon it will escape Across the bleak landscape I cannot bring myself to... speak Except to wish myself asleep Every word unuttered Only serves to clutter up my head When i go to bed I dream that Soon i will escape Across the bleak landscape And soon we shall escape Across our very own bleak landscape |
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