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Mirah

My Prize

 

My Prize

(альбом: Share This Place: Stories And Observations - 2007)


Manna from the sky above
Spherical I shape my love
Such an appetite does enthrall
The frenzy with which I form this ball

Up the hill I push my prize
Lights affront and face behind
Never choose the easy path
For meals that come too easily run the risk of being dung

When you see me passing by
You can't help but wonder why
I have chosen this strange feast to carry home to eat

You know, I don't really mind
The taste is truly quite divine
And besides but I and my brethren
Would save this world from suffocating under all this waste

Truth and light shine off my back
All the universe intact
I've the tools to shape and mould
Both consciousness and soul

As I roll this world around
An image of us all is found
Slowly turning within my grasp
I personify the sun, the place where we all came from

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