The full conscience of the cosmic harmony
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Of the ancient soul and the metaphysics substance of the environment
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The ancient soul lives inside us, unintentionally hidden
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Strange creatures, absolutely real a different touch
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It is time when the night numbs from the frost
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The time when the goat comes deep red
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With scalding eyes and with nails on his feet
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The goat rises all alone, at the edge he stands
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His teeth glitters, he smells the Archipelagos rising
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I see him!
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The gods are nothing more than Vampires
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Who are fed by the fantasy of the chosen ones
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Each time a cypress bows by the winds blow
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The mind of the poet flutters
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Then Apollon rises
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The Continuity Of Land And Blood
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| Naer Mataron |
