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The shapes have been found

- Discovered is the course

Our figures travel alone

- In this sphere we've created

Me and my brother

On crusade to blue suction

The suction and the circle

In the presence of performance

We walk away, hand in hand

"Don´t be afraid, my river"

Remember those apple trees

September...

Happy times that passed away

Unfilled caskets, I would say

You're laughing, your water's warm

Our rage is now the cause of storm

Ooh, he overflows

Tomorrow the suction is close

No one will drink your water again

There will be a time when...

...We're free!