- 歌詞
- アルバムリスト
Gatherers
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Q U I E T W O R L D
Morning ruptures.
Snow-like it descends.
Let our children be reborn
in a field of gold and diminishing napalm.
Existence on a kite string, delicate and calm
We run aimlessly forever
Let our children be reborn on the day after the war.
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