1. Who is that, there ahead of me—how bright the colors and the lights shine!
Yet a moan of sorrow stirs within my soul, and the echoes of yesterday still ring in my ears.
A sea of shed tears.
Who will answer us?
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2. Who is that, there ahead of me, suddenly dissolving into the foam of the day?
He stepped into the thick fog himself—the talisman proved to be a sham!
A sea of shed tears.
Who will answer us?
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R: Why do you try to fall asleep, when there is such turmoil on earth?
You cling to life with your hands, yet it only leaves you broken.
Why do you try to fall asleep, when there is such turmoil on earth?
You cling to life with your hands, yet it only leaves you broken.
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3. Your path is immeasurably thorny; there are no road signs, no markings on the pages.
There is no awakening of the drop within you; you know nothing of your own distant stars.
A sea of shed tears.
Who will answer us?
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R: Why do you try to fall asleep, when there is such turmoil on earth?
You cling to life with your hands, yet it only leaves you broken.
Why do you try to fall asleep, when there is such turmoil on earth?
You cling to life with your hands, yet it only leaves you broken.
