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Limb: Diasporas Lyrics

Separation from the body of Christ.
Town divided in numerous districts.
The globe all covered be wanderers. They roam with no direction.
The holy land, the promised land - your time will come and they will be returned.
Attach us to your graceful limbs, the pierced palms.
Should our ways diverge , we will be doomed to our deadly fate.
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