i think continually of those who were truly great who from the womb remembered the souls history through the corridors of light where the hours are suns endless and singing whose lovely ambition was that their lips still touched with fire should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song and who hoarded from the spring branches the desires falling across their bodies like blossoms near the snow near the sun in the highest fields see how these names are feted by the waving grass and by the the streamers of white cloud and whispers of wind in the listening sky the names of those who in their lives fought for life who wore at their hearts the fires centre born of the sun they travelled a short while towards the sun and left the vivid air signed with their honour.
dub1988: i think continually of those who were truly great who from the womb remembered the souls history through the corridors of light where the hours are suns endless and singing whose lovely ambition was that their lips still touched with fire should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song and who hoarded from the spring branches the desires falling across their bodies like blossoms near the snow near the sun in the highest fields see how these names are feted by the waving grass and by the the streamers of white cloud and whispers of wind in the listening sky the names of those who in their lives fought for life who wore at their hearts the fires centre born of the sun they travelled a short while towards the sun and left the vivid air signed with their honour.
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who from the womb remembered the souls history
through the corridors of light where the hours are suns
endless and singing whose lovely ambition
was that their lips still touched with fire
should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song
and who hoarded from the spring branches
the desires falling across their bodies like blossoms
near the snow near the sun in the highest fields see how these names are feted by the waving grass
and by the the streamers of white cloud
and whispers of wind in the listening sky
the names of those who in their lives fought for life
who wore at their hearts the fires centre
born of the sun they travelled a short while towards the sun
and left the vivid air signed with their honour.