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From the of the Inkas,
from the of Pamir
the Alps of the Old world,
some things are clear, things are not
In the high air I feel bright when I ain't
I see a throned spirit and 24 saints

I feel morals like Frederick,
the moustached
I dream of a vessel,
where god would be the
But I'm scared for it darkens, I sense powers aloose
And I'm lost, I'm of no use, like a coin without a

here I can see all the good of the world
All the bad of the world, of the world
I see go abroke, I hear hooves across the skies
I see a black horse, a red one, I see scourge and

But what I thought was
is now gathering
It's floating on inwards as the begins
And when I'm by turmoil,
new life sprouts
The sun's back - I fade and go out