They left empty houses of worship all along
Far away from our green-blue Sturm und Drang
We lift our eyes to the sky sometimes in a song
And when heavens flooded, hope rose in a swell
Dare I steal a spark from the stars; one night to burn
One half of me and you fashioned of a black hole hell
Have they gone too far, too lost in time to even yearn?
Or like waters from dark rain clouds, melt as one
Filling ocean depths to the brim with teardrops of sun
Your gods and mine came to bathe in these monsoons
We will worship them with the silence of silver moons
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