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Janitor of lunacy
Paralyze my infancy
Petrify the empty cradle
Bring hope to them and me
Janitor of tyranny
Testify my vanity
Mortalize my memory
Deceive the devil's deed
Tolerate my jealousy
Recognize the desperate need
Janitor of lunacy
Identify my destiny
Revive the living dream
Forgive their begging scream
Seal the giving of their seed
Disease the breathing grief
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The falconer is sitting on
His summersand at dawn
Unlocking flooded silvercages
And with a silverdin arise
All the lovely faces
And the lovely silvertraces erase
My empty pages
The falconer is sitting on
His summersand at dawn
Beside his singing silverwaves
And his dancing rebelrace
That compose ahead of timeless time
A sound inside my candle light
Father child
Angels of the night
Silverframe my candlelight
Father child
Angels of the night
Silverframe my candlelight
The falconer is sitting on
His summersand at dawn
Unlocking flooded silvercages
And with a silverdin arise
All the lovely faces
And the lovely silvertraces erase
My empty pages
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My only child be not so blind
See what you hold
There are no words no ears no eyes
To show them what you know
Their hands are old
Their faces cold
Their bodies close to freezing
Their feelings find
The morning small
Too small to fill their ways with breathing
The evening tall
My only child remember well
The words that you are told
For some of them it is only
Easy to survive
Their hands are old
Their faces cold
Their bodies close to freezing
Their feelings find
The morning small
The evening tall
Man and wife are feasting the time
The time that lies behind
At home in sweetness and delight
Drinking the bitter wine
Their hands are old
Their faces cold
Their bodies close to freezing
Their feelings find
The morning small
The evening tall
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Je suis le petit chevalier
Avec le ciel dessus mes yeux
Je ne peux pas me effroyer
Je suis le petit chevalier
Avec la terre dessous mes pieds
J'irai te visiter
J'irai te visiter
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Seinem Geiste bekenne ich mich
Ein Sehnen verzehret sein schönes Gesicht
Das ermattet von Güte beschattet allmächtig ist
Sein Körper bewegt sich nicht
Im Traume sich endlich sein Zwingen vergisst
Den heulenden Jubel erkenne ich nicht
Der mir den heiligen Frieden zerbricht
Sein schweigender Mund, seine schlafende Brust
Harren zärtlich der süßen Lust
Sein Körper bewegt sich nicht
Im Traume sich endlich sein Zwingen vergisst
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Cease to know or to tell
Or to see or to be your own
Cease to know or to tell
Or to see or to be your own
Have someone else's will as your own
Have someone else's will as your own
You are beautiful and you are alone
You are beautiful and you are alone
Often the adolescent plague
Reward your grace
Often the adolescent plague
Reward your grace
Confuse your hunger capture the fake
Confuse your hunger capture the fake
Banish the faceless reward your grace
Banish the faceless reward your grace
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Liebes kleines Mütterlein
Nun darf ich endlich bei dir sein
Die Sehnsucht und die Einsamkeit
Erlösen sich in Seligkeit
Liebes kleines Mütterlein
Nun darf ich endlich bei dir sein
Die Sehnsucht und die Einsamkeit
Erlösen sich in Seligkeit
Die Wiege ist dein Heimatkleid
Ein Schweben deine Herrlichkeit
In Wonne wandelt dein Herzeleid
Und greift in die siegende Flut hinein
Die Wiege ist dein Heimatkleid
Ein Schweben deiner Herrlichkeit
In Wonne wandelt dein Herzeleid
Und greift in die siegende Flut hinein
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Your winding winds stood so
All that is my own
Where land and water meet
Where on my soul I sit upon my bed
Your ways have led me to bleed
Every child will be a leader
Every wise man's word a rule
Every keeper will be a sleeper
And a guide to ways unshown
Your winding winds did sow
All that is my own
Where land and water meet
Where on my soul
I sit upon my bed
Your ways have led me to bleed
He who knows may pass on
The word unknown
And meet me on the desertshore
Meet me on the desertshore
Your winding winds did sow
All that is my own
Where land and water meet
Where on my soul
I sit upon my bed
Your ways have led me to bleed
He who knows may pass on
The word unknown
And meet me on the desertshore
Meet me on the desertshore
Meet me on the desertshore
Your winding winds stood so
All that is my own
Where land and water meet
Where on my soul
I sit upon my bed
Your ways have led me to bleed
He who knows may pass on the word I know
And meet me on the desertshore
Meet me on the desertshore
Your winding winds did sow
All that is my own
Where land and water meet
Where on my soul
I sit upon my bed
Your ways have led me to bleed
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