Letra de Onward Procession III. The Blue Hour
Minsk
Onward Procession III. The Blue Hour
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Nothing rests, everything moves, everything vibrates
Our wayward voices shall call once again
One and all, none and all
Return
Of warp, and weft, we thin / A wake to mourning, a birth to evening
Of breath bereft, and nothing left, we pass again / Awake to morning, an heir to even-ing
Our wayward voices shall call once again
One and all, none and all
Return
Of warp, and weft, we thin / A wake to mourning, a birth to evening
Of breath bereft, and nothing left, we pass again / Awake to morning, an heir to even-ing
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