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VOICE OF THE STONES We're the desert, but maybe the sacred. We are looking, like elephants sleep. We are staying, when every gets colder, If we try, only we'll present it. We wore time into a beautiful quiet And we got it away from the space. It's a voice of a large and grey stone. It's a song just about her own. Voice of the stone just of her own. Just of her own song of the stone. And above very large, empty bed We are singing insouling song. Sing the song, that's already in souls, When she leaves our Earth looking gloom. And above free and endless hollownes There's the only large stone - the moon.
