I shall retrace my steps
To cover up my tracks
To conceal my taste for treason
To detach you from me
And the hatred offered by a fathers heart
Will always keep brothers apart
We are tranquil and benevolent
We don't like noisy surprises
We stay on the move
For stillness brings death
And slowness brings fear
We men of cold politeness
Shall never melt into that kindness of yours
No matter how we try
You say why weep over what?
We say weep until the weepings done
And we shall weep for another day
For what binds us to our grief
Binds the sculptor to his clay
For what binds us to our grief
Binds the sculptor to his clay
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