polyphony

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we come together in the blue dawn.
      the mist rises in the land of dreams.
there is no life, there is no meaning.
      the hours of the world are coming to an end.

past midnight the city streets lie bare.
      curfew in force on the silent shore.
the fires burn out, the fires burn on
      as we come together in the pale dawn.

words drop from the sky flaming bright.
      a smiling man on t.v. explains that we're right.
as the roofs cave in you can hear the screaming:
      this life is ended, empty of meaning.

waking in cloudlight, we hear the bells:
      breeze whispers in the yellow hills.
great with trembling, the heart will mend.
      the days of the world will never end.

from the doorways our voices rise high
      on the wind of ashes chilly and gray.
in the early light we speak our true names,
      groping through fog in the land of dreams.

we build the years where our sorrow will end.
      we are the workers who give life meaning.
the mist clears in the land of dreams.
      together we move forward in the golden dawn.