The birds sang in the cursed jungle
We had already been walking for three days and three nights
In the thick silence protected by the vines
Our steps followed us and I preceded her
Once again she said when the sun was setting
Tell me again how, what place, we will go, we will , in the dome
And where we are going there are only people who have hoped for everything
The dome is immense in the heart of the forest And it is said to light up
For miles around, for miles around
The birds sang in the cursed jungle
We walked slowly towards the dome with a hundred names
She patiently followed the poorly drawn paths
And in the evening it set and she started again
Tell me all these people who built the dome
Why did they only come up with this one solution?
The question was a good one so I thought about it ©chis
Referring to the echoes heard a thousand times
Twenty years ago I believe the first madman was born
Then later there had the epidemic
Each town had two or three of these madmen
But at first no one knew that they were were crazy
They were only abnormal because of the ability they had
To never be interested for longer than One minute
Anything
Some of them killed themselves and the others understood
That they had to look for a place to go
THIS This is how they built a great dome
With a hundred names and it is said that it lights up
For miles around, for miles around
For miles around, miles around
For miles around, miles around
For miles around, miles around round
And while we were walking towards certain death
I began to believe in the fable of the dome
When one day when I got up I was seized with anguish
A kind of dizziness, a feverishness
I heard the music and I saw the light
An immense glass ball rose before us
Inside the shadows of my inventions
Young men and young girls repeated in hundreds
Two thousand perfect replicas of me and her
Gathered gently in the crystal sphere
Drank nonchalantly from fluorescent glasses
The music pounded a hundred leagues around
And the lighting created the albino birds
The most surprising of which were the hundred toucans
Red and yellow in the middle of the night strobe
We were going towards the dome and where we were going
There are only people who have hoped for everything
The dome is immense in the heart of the forest
And they say that it lights up for miles around
Inside, gathered together are the desperate people of time
br/>The lost who seek paradise
I was told that they were quite young and yet
It seems that they do not than speak slowly
For miles around, for miles around

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