Текст песни The Long Mirror of Time - Daniel Romano
Mountains
of
stone
in
the
tall
lunar
highlands
They
cannot
conquer
me,
nor
surpass
my
size
The
blush
of
an
iris
in
the
bleach
of
the
summer
It
cannot
forge
the
hue
of
my
wide
purple
tide
And
though
I
am
changing,
these
thrifts
they
will
find
me
On
the
wandering
plains
of
another
gone
year
Where
seven
young
babies
will
float
all
around
me
And
turn
in
a
parallel
and
all
disappear
The
long
mirror
of
time
The
long
mirror
of
time
Its
sculpted
crystal
passage
is
not
genuine
The
long
mirror
of
time
The
long
mirror
of
time
Reveals
the
prism
faces
but
not
mine
The
emperors
wait
there
in
the
face
of
the
future
And
I
am
here
folding
in
a
firm
yellow
rose
They
know
these
indulgences
but
know
not
the
hollowed
orb
My
softest
armor
dawns
in
ragged
old
clothes
And
it
cannot
harm
them,
their
many
medicines
Dug
from
the
extract
of
cold
shattered
time
What
was
the
mountain,
the
marvel
now
manifests
In
streams
of
wild
radiance
for
melodious
minds
The
long
mirror
of
time
The
long
mirror
of
time
Its
sculpted
crystal
passage
is
not
genuine
The
long
mirror
of
time
The
long
mirror
of
time
Reveals
the
prism
faces
but
not
mine
The
mountain
of
stone
is
the
blush
of
the
iris
Although
I
am
changing
with
all
unborn
faces
The
summit
is
waiting
to
carry
me
over
it
The
foot
of
the
horse,
the
whip
of
the
foul
The
foot
of
the
horse,
the
whip
of
the
foul
The
foot
of
the
horse,
the
whip
of
the
foul
The
mirror
of
time
is
reflecting
me
now
The
mirror
of
time
is
reflecting
me
now
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