歌词
To whom this finds
Auditors of time
I wrought from the ice of twin spires
This caustic ring
Valleys of the king
Thoughts mired in filth
Resounding in finest silk
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Designs in rhythm
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Designs in rhythm
Designs
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Can they disclaim
Locomotive aims
Outlasting of them and of fate?
The hours forgive
Destined now to live
As blueprints burn
In the fade of the spiral urn
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Designs in rhythm
Designs in rhythm
(Refined procedures of the mind)
Mere mortal heart
Commands but one
Still beating when I am done
Is a rhythm and a scion
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Designs in rhtyhm
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Designs in rhythm
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Designs in rhtyhm