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• Artiste: Pickering Pick
• Titre: Villeneuve's Oratory
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I have dreamed of a place where the lake meets the land You are older than the trees and I am older than the sand There's more than the light from a disappearing day It's less than the night will convince you to remain It's more like the sound of a desperate parade Playing songs for the sailors in the oceans we have made And I've asked for your hand, she gave me away Was less than your heart but I took it anyway And I buried it inside and I could not be betrayed And I lost touch with that place and the image that it made We stood on the sand and we looked to the waves Playing songs for the fallen and the ones we have saved I have lost much more than I hope to retain But it's better to have stood upright than to cower in shame So I fought with conviction and I fought with skill I fought with courage every man that I kill And I did as I was told to and I did it very well And hoped that my great lord would protect me from Hell And I foreseen a time where my body is gone And the bodies of others will be trampled upon And there's a terrible hatred and there's a terrible pain And as soon as it's over, it starts up again But you stand at the place where the lake meets the land And I offer you nothing and you give me your hand