01. Where Euclid Counts to Himself (Demo)
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In our green fields
We wait impatiently
For things that aren't coming
What punishment is this
For those who have lost hope
And those who had none to begin with
Why must we exist
In desire we will
Never feel fulfilled
Why must we live
In deficiency
Of what's true and good
As I count to myself
The years that have passed
I know what's coming
And though it's peaceful here
Why am I so sad
And have this longing
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