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MaraÓonI dream of a world that could have beenUnder much older suns than these The madman's dream Inside of him, all around of us We'd build this world out of moss and stone Of salt and spice and blood on gold And every dreadful thing found in this land We'd pray to many gods In many tongues made out of song And cower like scared children when they roar Oh! So many women yet to love And so many men to kill This was the pilgrim's dream Of Independence and of warfare Where cities made of forests thrive And jungles full of silver call While death creeps on four legs hugging the dark Where trees got drunk and grew like lies And mountains rose to build the thrones Of princes sitting coldly under the sky Rocked by inmense oceans An island in the night of the world Savage beating heart The river creates and murders life The breath and its gift Infects the orb with a poison coated knife For people there to dwell And against all lords rebel To side with fire And with all oncoming storms To live like free men And not to die but to transform |