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Lyrics

Civilization and Its Discontents

The world is old, the condition too new
to dream away from the weathering kiss
which it warns, but does not savor fear 
of what the wind can or cannot do.

The world is old, the condition so new.
We turn away from a brother's sweet kiss
that was fine and did not touch on fear 
of what war does or will never do.

The winds are strong, so very dark around our lives, into our lives.
The vivid past, the loving thriving past,
drops from memory and all else.

The world is old, the condition too new
to dream away from the weathering kiss
which comes close, and shows us now what is, what fell away,
and what will stay.