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Raising another tower
Crumbling in the shadow
Of the forming idea
Too tired for pride

A thunderous voice
In cold, wordless tongues
Resonate deep
In the heart of the night

The bittersweet song
Of a poets lament;
That even his best
Are but feeble translations


Lyrics submitted by sokorny

Tacit 2 song meanings
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