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Now, the world on its axis, slanted, turning
Now, the streets black and white; divided and one,
Now the wind, cold and wild
Now the sun burning white without love
Now the storm now the rush of will
Now the tide turns.
Now, the streets black and white; divided and one,
Now the wind, cold and wild
Now the sun burning white without love
Now the storm now the rush of will
Now the tide turns.