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Ghorat' - AiMusic

A game of the mind A game of actors Political games On the faces of dreams Crooked phrases Going round in circles And who is the author here? And who... is the parish? It's not just playing It's ghorat And ghorat means to pass on The thread bequeathed by the gods That keeps us from falling Burn Forget These are not just words This is the breath of centuries and rumors Sounds through living lips We learned to fall We learned to get up To play the hero To play the slave But in every role There is a quiet trace Of those Who before us Lost their delusions It's not just playing It's ghorat And ghorat means to pass on The thread bequeathed by the gods That keeps us from going down Burning up Forgetting These aren't just words It's the breath of centuries and rumor Sounds through living lips A sigh between scenes Silence as a teacher An old fire In every wick If you don't lie If you burn Someone's distant “you were” Through you The foundation breathes It's not just playing It's ghorat And ghorat means to pass on The thread bequeathed by the gods That keeps us from leaving Burn Forget These aren't just words This is the breath of centuries and rumor It sounds through living lips

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A game of the mind A game of actors Political games On the faces of dreams Crooked phrases Going round in circles And who is the author here? And who... is the parish? It's not just playing It's ghorat And ghorat means to pass on The thread bequeathed by the gods That keeps us from falling Burn Forget These are not just words This is the breath of centuries and rumors Sounds through living lips We learned to fall We learned to get up To play the hero To play the slave But in every role There is a quiet trace Of those Who before us Lost their delusions It's not just playing It's ghorat And ghorat means to pass on The thread bequeathed by the gods That keeps us from going down Burning up Forgetting These aren't just words It's the breath of centuries and rumor Sounds through living lips A sigh between scenes Silence as a teacher An old fire In every wick If you don't lie If you burn Someone's distant “you were” Through you The foundation breathes It's not just playing It's ghorat And ghorat means to pass on The thread bequeathed by the gods That keeps us from leaving Burn Forget These aren't just words This is the breath of centuries and rumor It sounds through living lips

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