The Hope, The Bread And The Wine - text

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As the sun is going down
Eyes reflect it´s light
They we´re waiting all around
On the plain of the night.

Here comes the Savyor
Holding up the bread
He makes a healthy lie down
Prepares to feed the dead

Watch it break flakes of white
Falls and turns to brown
We can't find it anymore
Fear becomes the sound.

Gives us wine, we can't drink
Bread but not to eat
While water drifts through our hand
To stones around our feet.

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