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Thrice lyrics : "Child Of Dust"

Dear prodigal you are my son and I
Supplied you not your spirit, but your shape
All legions were the red before your eyes

I fathomed not; you wanted to escape
And though I only ever gave you love
Like every child, you've chosen to rebel

[...] and filled the holes with blood
As not for whom they toll the solemn bells
A child of dust you mother now return

For every seed must die before it grows
And though above the world may toil and turn
No prying [...] will find you here below


Now safe beneath their wisdom and their feet
Here I will teach you truly how to sleep

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