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Birds' cry far in the day

Impales alpenglow without any smart.

Perhaps, they've known Heaven-High Art.

What will be the revelation of my Way?

 My Way, sparkling with fetch-light,

Is a shout of birds at the turn of night.

 This crack of dawn, which is my Master,

Will wake me, I'll find my divining-rod.

I'm fixing a look and I'm looking for answers...

Rotate wheels and tempt fate. I'm the searcher for the God.

 The God, sparkling with fetch-light,

Is a shout of birds at the turn of night.

 I'll live alone without remorse,

Playing in a cloud of shadows again.

The open world will never close

My days and abate the secret pain.

 Pain,sparkling with fetch-light,

Is a shout of birds at the turn of night.

 The God, sparkling with fetch-light,

Is a shout of birds at the turn of night.