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It's already full of overripe fruit
Who burst their armor
Of so many abandoned trains
Locked in their past
Very drunk old night watchmen
Who fall asleep on their book
And sinners covered in wrinkles
Whose heart is very damp
It's the Earth, it's the Earth
Poor Earth, this is my Earth
It's the Earth, it's the Earth
Poor Earth, this is my Earth
At night, it's full of musicians
Who play on crazy violins
Weird shadows and noises
The flames of the candles brush
We would like to think about tomorrow
And the flowers in the garden
A boat whistles in the harbor
We smile then we fall asleep
It's the Earth, it's the Earth
Poor Earth, this is my Earth
It's the Earth, it's the Earth
Poor Earth, this is my Earth
And then it's full, in the morning
Funny very cold (very cold) suns
What greets a bent man
Humbly above the meadows (above the meadows)
I see it in the fir trees
This strange musician
I recognize him despite the rain
It's him who disturbs my nights
It's the Earth, it's the Earth
Poor Earth, this is my Earth
It's the Earth, it's the Earth
Poor Earth, this is my Earth
It's the Earth, it's the Earth
Poor Earth, this is my Earth
(It's Earth, it's Earth)
(It's Earth, it's Earth)
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