The Sweet Smell Of A Great Sorrow Lies Over The Land



Plumes Of Smoke Rise And Merge Into The Leaden Sky:



A Man Lies And Dreams Of Green Fields And Rivers



But Awakes To A Morning With No Reason For Waking




He's Haunted By The Memory Of A Lost Paradise



In His Youth Or A Dream He Can't Be Precise



He's Chained Forever To A World That's Departed



It's Not Enough It's Not Enough




His Blood Has Frozen & Curdled With Fright



His Knees Have Trembled & Given Way In The Night



His Hand Has Weakened At The Moment Of Truth



His Step Has Faltered




One World, One Soul



Time Pass, The River Rolls




It's Not Enough It's Not Enough



His Hand Has Faltered



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And He Talks To The River Of Lost Love And Dedication



And Silent Replies That Swirl Invitation



Flow Dark And Troubled To An Oily Sea



A Grim Intimation Of What Is To Be




There's An Unceasing Wind That Blows Through This Night



And There's Dust In My Eyes, That Blinds My Sight



And Silence That Speaks So Much Louder That Words,



Of Promises Broken