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So many hands, reaching up for our connection |
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Forging a plan, in a vertical direction |
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But, they make no movement I could trace |
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Under the shadow of a most peculiar place |
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Are they alone, though they seem to be in hundreds |
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And then there was one, shouting out 'its truly wonderous' |
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But I saw the darkness in his face |
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Reflecting the shadow of a most peculiar place |
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I moved in close to the center of the gathering |
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And as I approached, there were than I'd imagined |
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But, the statue in the middle was defaced |
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In showing defiance of a most peculiar place |
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So I raised my hand, reaching up for a connection |
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Forging a plan in a vertical direction |
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But, I made no movement you could trace |
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Under the shadow of a most peculiar place |
