Ἔστιν οὖν τραγῳδία μίμησις πράξεως σπουδαίας καὶ τελείας μέγεθος ἐχούσης
Ἡδυσμένῳ λόγῳ χωρὶς ἑκάστου τῶν εἰδῶν ἐν τοῖς μορίοις
Δρώντων καὶ οὐ δι᾽ ἀπαγγελίας
Δι᾽ ἐλέου καὶ φόβου περαίνουσα τὴν τῶν τοιούτων παθημάτων κάθαρσιν
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Come to the land of the stabbed hills
See the beds of thirsty rivers
Those who never meet the sea
Not everything that's gold, shimmers
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Look how they planted the white tall steel
With pointy wings and electric noises
Stained by the blood of birds
Since the trees have lost their voices
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Surpass your weeping song
Embalming hands of you demented
The fireflies that feed your soul
Of all the regions now forgotten