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stalks the high ground                        

                                                    ( fierce of eye )

The one who sees                

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Bares his mortality

and whatever strength is there

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In the fields the maidens move about

( the men are in the factories )

•  •

freedom !

The song that drifts

                                                     ( Appears : fades : reappears )

Love !                                                                   drowns
                               within the sense of slavery

for the future is dead

••

Fierce with life                                    

                                             ( Full of light )

THE WARRIOR STANDS THE HILL AT DAWN !

the pipes sound !

The beating drums !

Every heart to its own destiny !

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What is real ?

What is fake ?

YOU DECIDE

//                                                                            

                          in this eternal morning  

( when fate calls you by name )                                                      

and you paint the image of yourself , by yourself

The only one that shall remain

Called

THE HUMAN RACE

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                                 many are called , few are chosen