Silhouettes of sleeping trees The sunset sky behind them drinks Its final sips of daylight The quiet houses line the street The hum of traffic does not cease The wind of souls in flight In flight along the great bloodstreams That weave through this concrete body Awake through every night Oh, natures eyes, they grow heavy She knows when she must wake and sleep And this, she does not fight But we, her children, make a feat Of fighting, best we can, our need To lay down at her side Father, when Earth was made complete You rested as if You'd grown weak, Oh King of boundless might. Forgive me, then, when I repeat The sin of marching endlessly With those restless with pride My mind, it tires, my bones they creak Oh, teach me well my limits peek And with you, I'll abide.
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