The most beautiful thing a being could conjure
Is to give their all to something they could not understand
To bask in the small wealth that humanity is
Thou are the greatest award in the greater arms that you shan't never grasp
In lives that add to nothingness
In stories that unravel in unpoetic drags
We reach out in the cold murk to touch our god
Only to find the fragile extension of a ghost in our hands
You've spent all time between the pillars of his teeth
Your life has been consumed but I deem it worth it
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears and sometimes voices
That, if then had waked after long sleep
Will make me sleep again and then in dreaming
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that when I Waked
I cried to dream again
Plumage - O Fauno do Fío Lyrics
Plumage - O Fauno do Fío Lyrics
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The most beautiful thing a being could conjure
Is to give their all to something they could not understand
To bask in the small wealth that humanity is
Thou are the greatest award in the greater arms that you shan't never grasp
In lives that add to nothingness
In stories that unravel in unpoetic drags
We reach out in the cold murk to touch our god
Only to find the fragile extension of a ghost in our hands
You've spent all time between the pillars of his teeth
Your life has been consumed but I deem it worth it
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears and sometimes voices
That, if then had waked after long sleep
Will make me sleep again and then in dreaming
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that when I Waked
I cried to dream again
Is to give their all to something they could not understand
To bask in the small wealth that humanity is
Thou are the greatest award in the greater arms that you shan't never grasp
In lives that add to nothingness
In stories that unravel in unpoetic drags
We reach out in the cold murk to touch our god
Only to find the fragile extension of a ghost in our hands
You've spent all time between the pillars of his teeth
Your life has been consumed but I deem it worth it
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears and sometimes voices
That, if then had waked after long sleep
Will make me sleep again and then in dreaming
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that when I Waked
I cried to dream again
Writer: Theo Charlesworth
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