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Nailed to a pleasant sleep |
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Under the fullmoon light |
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Calculated ancient knowledge |
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Of Arab's wise words |
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I dreamed about a temple |
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I saw it in my dreams |
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A temple made of silver |
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With emeralds above |
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It is in the wood |
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Spoken by animal lips |
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My seal and my epitaph |
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It is the |
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Sumerian Cry |
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I visited the temple |
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In my imaginations it welcomed my |
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I tried to understand the language |
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And the sumerian cuneiform |
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I read about their gods |
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And in my dreams they spoke to me |
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They showed me the tablets of fate |
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Which since a battle belong to them |
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It is in the wood |
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Spoken by animal lips |
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My seal and my epitaph |
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It is the |
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Sumerian Cry |
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Then I saw the |
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Ancient Ones |
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Slumbering in their cave |
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My dreams and my nightmares |
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The liers in wait bred my fear |
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I woke up from my dreams |
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The night had become day |
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Highly strung, rigid and struck |
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I peered through the morning fog |
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It is in the wood |
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Spoken by animal lips |
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My seal and my epitaph |
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It is the |
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Sumerian Cry |
