Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Black Spot lyrics

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Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Black Spot lyrics

We have no claim upon the stars Nor the moon in homesick view, Nor yet the clouds contoured in gold Amid the unending blue. We have no claim on anything save This old earth's moldered façade, And the things that come apart in chaos Amid the glory of God.