We will have to carry them with us.
How can we ever gather?
I cannot tell you about
the burned soldier, our enemy.
How can we assemble?
If pluck what grew,
then fallen into scatter.
It is the seed of everything.
How can we ever gather?
How can we assemble?
The final whisper of a melting child.
How can I pick it up again?
How can we ever gather?
We will have to carry her with us.
If that is your mother dying
by the side of an everlasting road,
if that road is flagged with mothers,
how can we assemble?
The heaviness of my father and his dreams
How can we ever gather?
How can we assemble?
We will have to carry them with us.
We are not burdened with our dying
But with our murder. And who.
We will have to carry them with us.
How can we ever gather?
That harvest, our harvest.
How can we assemble?
We will fill you full of light.
We will have to carry them with us.
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