The real world, attainable to the wise, the pious, the virtuous man — he dwells in it, he is it.
lyrics
In the barrows you sleep
Among us you walk
The sun and the rain
are your gifts
As the thunderstorm
are your curse
We dwell in your existens
We're the truth
For the wise pious man
For the virtuous all attained
We live by your command
As we die by your hand
There's no need to believe
For we know
As the ground where we walk
The soil we plov
And the crops we grow
Like things we can see
Like things we can feel
You are real
We know of you
As we know the sun will rise
We know of you
As we know winter will come
We know of
As we know our self
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