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We will leave her to feel nothing but memory. |
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But still |
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She will crave infinity in which to create purpose for her play. |
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That will be the last act before her last fall. [SHE:] |
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The theatre is abandoned |
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Your violent script |
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Twisted the act |
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And left me with no lines |
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Gods, absorve my mind "Let me in! I sense the harmony Let me direct the symphony!" [Chorus:] |
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Am I not a chosen one? |
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The purpose of the play |
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Am I not an entity? |
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Illuminate me with infinity |
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The day that is the word |
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Moulds from your mind |
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It merges with me |
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And my writing hand |
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I am the poetry |
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I define the design |
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My will will be wisdom |
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Divine harmony is mine |
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The pathway you presented |
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Lead me onto this field |
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Everywhere, everywhen to go |
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Now grant me the gift you had in mind |
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I was but the words you breathe |
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Now become the air |
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I sing My will is wisdom [Chorus] |