The Gore
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Like the scent of earth
In dawning spring
Echos our mothers lay
Over awakening lands
Like the scent of sea
In wrothest night
Echos our fathers lay
Out of roaring waves
Like the scent of moss
In the deepest wood
Echos our sisters lay
Within rustling trees
Like the scent of rain
On a gleaming day
Echos our brothers lay
Over Sun's ray
Echos our mothers
Echos our fathers
Echos our sisters
Echos our brothers
Echos our mothers
Echos our fathers
Echos our sisters
Echos our brothers
Echos our mothers
Echos our fathers
Echos our sisters
Echos our brothers
Echos our mothers lay
Echos our fathers lay
Echos our sisters lay
Echos our brothers lay
Echos our mothers lay
Echos our fathers lay
Echos our sisters lay
Echos our brothers lay
Like the scent of wind
Stroking our skin
Echos our gore's lay
Over awakening lands