Oh mother
It's heavy on my wings;
That i swore to chase the mile,
And claim my years, but while,
I dream like a thousand kings,
Still i known, oh mother,
The spring is moving on,
When my chance has fallen past,
And broken every mast,
I'll find you in the dancing dust
As every face
Every feature,
Of a soft hearted creature
Drifts away from it's trance
Let it spin
Let it twist
Let it dance
Oh, oh, mother
The dusk will take it all,
When the spark is finally lost,
And there's nothing here to trust,
I'll find you in the dancing dust
And i'll meet you,
Where the day won't pass,
Forever new,
In the dancing dust.
(Oh)
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