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Horizon; the sky is grey. And you will reap a whirlwind. Flutter bird or else you're dead. You will reap a whirlwind. The poet is dead, the visionary All love is lost now, yet he loved me. What you have sown, you will reap. A whirlwind. You will reap a whirlwind. Rise up, and mould the spearhead. Letras de cancionesThe world wants war. So you fluttered but still haven't flown. You will reap a whirlwind. So follow me, my eyes have seen His vision is clear and dawned upon me. What you have sown, you will reap. A whirlwind. You will reap a whirlwind. Seven will wait for more urgent worlds. Movement allowed but nothing unfurls. Setting at the rate of the summer sun Quivering minds and all sense lost. Horizon Rise up. From Letras Mania