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• Artiste: Indio
• Titre: Seasons of the Lost
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It is the season of the lost of desert hopes and dreams of rain and sand A wonder for witness and for worth that lies in waiting on this open ground For the celebration of a distant song of ten wakes from one wave With God as my witness I have tried For a closed eye knows a different solitude But with that sky above that war and that same sun sets on me I let the legends and the tallest tales fall through disappointed hands Some will die trying and some will see the sharpest thorns felt are never seen When the dream is over and the truth is told the sweetest word spoke is never known Some Nostradamus hear these words And take the ruins from this broken sight And to the servants and the czars The pious and the fallen grace For in this sun there is no shine So be still my wandering friend Why stand the virtue of some miracle to hold the beauty in these hands Some will die trying and some will see the sharpest thorns felt are never seen When the dream is over and the truth is told the sweetest word spoke is never known