There's silence so bright
Imbued with instinct
There's power so intensive
Born before the thought
There's gravity like penance
Always when you hope
There's blasphemy of a child against his mother
There's time standing still
There's direction unreachable
Imbued with instinct
There's power so intensive
Born before the thought
There's gravity like penance
Always when you hope
There's blasphemy of a child against his mother
There's time standing still
There's direction unreachable
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