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There, near my being of innocence
There stand the colossal figures
Their eyes staring into something empty
Counting years, decades, milleniums

Their ravaging silence
Storms and circles which never end

Constantly moving, the powers we possess
Bearing our torches in the nightsky
Defining the world and it's shape
And creating always something new

In death, in birth, we shine, we prosper

All my life I've been staring at these beings
Whispering them wishes and questions
Sometimes I could hear them whispering back
Their light, so embracing, in the middle of these shadows
Bringing the shapes to life, which were hiding from daylight
Hiding from our Sun, under the rocks and trees

You scattered lives
Far away from our paths

You millions pairs of eyes
The same, curious sight
Asking things we cannot tell

The world evolving through us
Opening doors to new mysteries
The physics does not define us
It's bending from our colossal force

All my life I've been staring these beings
Whispering them wishes and questions
Sometimes I could hear them whispering back
Their light, so embracing, in the middle of these shadows
Bringing the shapes to life, which were hiding from daylight
Hiding from our Sun, under the rocks and trees

As the new morning rise
Illuminated by our Sun divine
The circulation completes once again
Here we stand acquiescent and open

To the revealing and closing sky
When all yet burns or freezes to the core
To the waving or dormant landscapes
Living beneath as tectonic plates