For everything we'll never be, and everything we become
There is the story of the moon, and the story of the sun.
The story of the moon shows hints and ideas,
the dreams of our fears,
A fantasy that leaves on us its mark.
Our reflection in the dark.
The story of the sun tells what has been done,
so brightly it hurts us to see,
But what has been done is nothing new under the sun,
and in it we'll never be free.
-Sean
There is the story of the moon, and the story of the sun.
The story of the moon shows hints and ideas,
the dreams of our fears,
A fantasy that leaves on us its mark.
Our reflection in the dark.
The story of the sun tells what has been done,
so brightly it hurts us to see,
But what has been done is nothing new under the sun,
and in it we'll never be free.
-Sean
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Strings of the lark in the night, as a bird in flight.
the morning sun arises despite all the wishes into solemn night wisps of forever,
The morning ducks take flight, attached again one after the other to this dutiful string of dawn,
they flow in concession with the other birds one after the other, till the sun has emerged.
Freedom, words of man.
(string cell theory) one morning at dawn go out and watch the flight of birds, you will see this string.
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