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• Artiste: Disillusion
• Titre: The Porter - A Lament
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I could bend the genius' course Could give wisdom to the blunt But I doubt they would be grateful One wish, a breeze to blow over the shelves and piles of souvenirs If only they would come to see Knowing ages pass before a tree Will spoil us with complexity They'd be worth a hall of memories But it's fools I deal with day and night Fools that only come for short insight Though all of past hence waits In sanctity's sweet embrace. Hear my song of reverence To the precious gifts that countenance To clamber high and dig so deep And seek what everyone should seek. It's him again - the sullen - With eyes in envy's mist and woe Out for refuge in a glimpse of bliss A short delusion A frenzy grasp at nothingness A frenzy grasp at nothingness: Echoes pound so loud in me Voices longing for tranquility A course is set for stormy seas Leading through the hall of memories But it's fools I deal with day and night Fools that only come for short insight Though all of past hence waits In sanctity's sweet embrace. I could bend the genius' course Could give wisdom to the blunt But I doubt they would be grateful.