a thousand words a hundred tonguesnmost seeking rights and living lives in kind similitudenthe colors, sounds and visions swim and mergenthe supermarket soul is playing loud-nthese are the reasons to be happynit's a carnival of souls and I've had five-nmake the circles whirl alike for three morenclose your eyes, and say hellonnBrotherhood is the air we breathe-we are falling snowflakesnthrough the holes in the stones long-lainnpour the rain-blown convoysnwhen enough turning heads face southnwe'll be marching soldiers-nonward to the orchards, best we runnto gather taken fruits of foreign sunsnour action gunsnnso long inborn to rigid realmsnto reaching nights and giving linesnand hates in every pagenthe distances are withered in a wavento feel it is to roll and join the crowd-nall movement serpentine and flashingnwhat the premonition shows is unbelieved-nwake the world with words of consolationndry your eyes and say hellonnBrotherhood is the air we breathe-we are falling snowflakesnthrough the holes in the stones long-lainnpour the rain-blown convoysnwhen enough turning heads face southnwe'll be marching soldiers-nonward to the orchards, best we runnto gather taken fruits of foreign sunsnour action gunsnnEnd the down that surrounds younhow you look is what you seenon the make 'round the town, dona merry wake for devil-deedsnnEnd the down that surrounds younhow you look is what you seenon the make 'round the town, dona merry wake for devil-deedsnnEnd the down that surrounds younhow you look is what you seenon the make 'round the town, dona merry wake for devil-deedsnnEnd the down that surrounds younhow you look is what you seenon the make 'round the town, dona merry wake for devil-deeds