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• Artiste: Die Hoffnung
• Titre: Tour of Bridges
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[BEGIN CHILD'S POEM] life is a song that begins with the word "behold" behold the sun behold the light behold the sky, the sea, the earth, that, the people, that dog behold the wind, the breath of strangers, brought from a great distance to become the breath of us we shape that breath into words and blow it back through song, and the song of the word-shaped, the word-shaped wind pours into other ears listen, this is what it says, "behold, I am here, behold, behold, behold, behold" [END CHILD'S POEM] our first river crossed, what's known behind is lost ahead a wet landscape more bridges there's one the sun glazes, find those that visit it first kisses, granted wishes, new hope leave the city, watch your step, more cautious minutes slip plunge into a tour of seas my sweetheart scaled the span, said I'm above the hopeful land from here we see only one love, but countless lovers, countless lovers, so many other lovers, all feast on each other from here a heathen heart, and when the dirt and was dug the angels had swept the dust up for every and sheep sent tricks, a hundred hungrier fish stoned this bridge to sink it cost an arm parade, and when the trumpets played did you feel free or fatal? this one's a pew up late, nothing can make you stay together and regift his bruise that can't leave them all threw them all back, gave it all back thrust in your head, all back, smack them all back, smack smack smack, big purple kisses each bridge upon my way, the strange and by the same but fear not we know god he loves us my car with engineers, squandered for a million years to bridges when they should have raised walls i say "there's a brash mistake", the boss said, "keep it fake, keep talking the languages of bridges" this bridge might bring you back, and when the phantoms attack the memories of haunt will spare it but the others can burn, the others can burn they'll not deserve, the others can burn they'll burn, the others will burn we'll burn all the others, the others can burn