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Standing in front You had come; | |||
With You were a hundred suns. | |||
I was off to one side, | I was off to one side, | ||
In my hand, a tiny earthen light. | |||
Wave after wave | Wave after wave crashes down | ||
Upon the billowy ocean... | |||
War cry stirring, the star does rise | |||
From | From frothy stream of life. | ||
About are countless atoms racing | |||
To a music unruly... | |||
From near to far and far to near, | From near to far and far to near, | ||
In thunder and in lightning. | In thunder and in lightning. |