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God is alive; Magic is afoot |
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God is alive; Magic is afoot |
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God is afoot; Magic is alive |
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Alive is afoot. |
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Magic never died. |
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God never sickened; |
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many poor men lied |
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many sick men lied |
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Magic never weakened |
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Magic never hid |
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Magic always ruled |
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God is afoot |
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God never died. |
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God was ruler |
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Though his funeral lengthened |
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Though his mourners thickened |
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Magic never fled |
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Though his shrouds were hoisted |
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the naked God did live |
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Though his words were twisted |
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the naked Magic thrived |
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Though his death was published |
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round and round the world |
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the heart did not believe |
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Many hurt men wondered |
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many struck men bled |
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Magic never faltered |
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Magic always led. |
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Many stones were rolled |
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but God would not lie down |
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Many wild men lied |
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many fat men listened |
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Though they offered stones |
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Magic still was fed |
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Though they locked their coffers |
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God was always served. |
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Magic is afoot. God rules. |
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Alive is afoot. Alive is in command. |
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Many weak men hungered |
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Many strong men thrived |
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Though they boasted solitude |
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God was at their side |
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Nor the dreamer in his cell |
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nor the captain on the hill |
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Magic is alive |
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Though his death was pardoned |
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round and round the world |
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the heart did not believe. |
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Though laws were carved in marble |
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they could not shelter men |
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Though altars built in parliaments |
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they could not order men |
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Police arrested Magic |
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and Magic went with them, |
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for Magic loves the hungry. |
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But Magic would not tarry |
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it moves from arm to arm |
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it would not stay with them |
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Magic is afoot |
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it cannot come to harm |
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it rests in an empty palm |
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it spawns in an empty mind |
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but Magic is no instrument |
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Magic is the end. |
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Many men drove Magic |
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but Magic stayed behind |
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Many strong men lied |
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they only passed through Magic |
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and out the other side |
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Many weak men lied |
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they came to God in secret |
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and though they left him nourished |
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they would not tell who healed |
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Though mountains danced before them |
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they said that God was dead |
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Though his shrouds were hoisted |
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the naked God did live |
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This I mean to whisper to my mind |
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This I mean to laugh with in my mind |
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This I mean my mind to serve 'til |
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service is but Magic |
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moving through the world |
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and mind itself is Magic |
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coursing through the flesh |
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and flesh itself is Magic |
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dancing on a clock |
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and time itself the magic length of God |