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Windrunner
02:50
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Wind runs deep to lift me up
Sun shines bright to bring me luck
And the grass waves, and the trees branch out and
Spark cool, soothing rest
Rain breaks sky in passing love
Earth undried embraced above
Elemental, and I stay transfixed and
Pass time in blissful awe
Run
Wind moves me and I am free
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Ex Nihilo
03:49
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I came from nothing but I will not end as nothing
I will go to my conceit
I slight contentment, choose the left instead of quiet tried roads
No, I try my feet
But it’s right in front of me, all these visions I can’t see
It is right in front of me, all these visions I can’t see
Take from the sound of one good word
Everything you need, everything you see
Just take from the sound of one good word
Everything you need
Like as nobody at his cyclops, then I shout from ships I lead
And my men die
Temptations throw me towards the great, forsake in me the good
I leave with no reply
But it’s right in front of me, all these visions I can’t see
It is right in front of me, all these visions I can’t see
Take from the sound of one good word
Everything you need, everything you see
Just take from the sound of one good word
Everything you need
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Omnia
01:44
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Rest
03:29
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When I rest I'm not quite sleeping
When I speak I'm not quite there
I fix on the day before
I stumble but find my words
When I play I'm taking my chances
When I work I'm looking down at me
When I smile there's always something
When I cry I'm always thinking of it still I'm never resting so I
Tremble to save myself
I tremble to stay alive
I tremble to save myself
I tremble but stay alive
When I love I'm not so distant
When I love I'm always near
I find my peace with you
I am at peace with you
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The Architect
04:52
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In the fall, she would dig to follow his strict rules
For plotting out two-hundred square on holy unmolested lands
Every evening she would sweat, so she cut her long black hair
Though she loved each strand, it was not a loss
So long as she saw dirt clear
Even with her expertise, she could not foresee the earth
Splitting intent solely for her
As the space between fault lines swallowed her life's work
In the winter, she walked on, eager shovel still in hand
But the sight of her failure in the distance disquieted her fresh campaign
Every morning the workman agreed to build with silvered hair
Yet some months in she lost sense to the torn ground
Running leagues from their stock back to her start
He chased with, "think of everything we've made."
"The deed would not be worth its ink," she turns
Inciting his best blade, bent on cutting her down
She outdraws him and the snow sews his red quilt
Then she protests, "Will I trade further blood for brick?"
In the springtime, she took road, abandoning her quarry
She encountered every manner of beast and highwayman
Firm against her passage
She would stop at merry inns and keep her joy till morning
By the next day she did naught but yearn still for his first design
Though she seemed content to roam
Her swiftly graying hair betrayed her true heart to our lot:
"Knowing now I need no home
Why then still to this day do I think of him?"
In the summer, she would teach, with countless queries past her
In this practice only one started her, a girl, hair black against her white
"He would only disapprove," met with:
"To hell with what the dead think
He will not be resurrected, and so to what end have you been acting?"
The architect's rekindled plan has been drawn by different hands
Neither woman needs the other, yet the house goes twice as far
Yet they both are better for their labor
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