Growing breathless red and violet orchids
Reflecting in the liquid mirror of golden seas
This cold but warm touch, silver stained kiss
Cultures reborn from mud and dirt, grains and streams

One treasured touch, aviating, dash and blaze
Beggars can't be choosers and bad seeds grow tall
Wakeful revelations of elusive mountains
The ones that we all once will walk through
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Monument Lyrics

Aeon Sable – Monument Lyrics