歌词
In the end, those torn from their life too early no longer need us: we wean ourselves from what is earthly, gently, as from the womb
But we, who need such great conundrums, how often blissful progress springs from grief: could we ever be, us, without the dead? The eternal flow always carries us within the two realms, for ever
And drowns our voices in both
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