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Sacred allegories |
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Or mystic idol |
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Experience and honesty |
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Transcends the symbol |
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Global simplicity |
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Opens all meaning |
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Quiet individual |
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So awe-inspiring |
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Nothing is gained |
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No one is lost |
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A basic rule |
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One has to trust |
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Over bended men |
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Sat the tyrants |
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But now fate is vain |
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And lies silent |
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Over hardened hands |
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Grows up the world |
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Now senses proclaim |
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An oracle... |
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Venture some greed |
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Like a brassier glows |
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For certainties |
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No need of hope |
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But an antique meed |
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Promise of old |
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Sworn by an oak |
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And the wind blows... |
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Sacred allegories |
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Or mystic idol |
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Experience and honesty |
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Transcends the symbol |
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Global simplicity |
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Opens all meaning |
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Quiet individual |
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So awe-inspiring |
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Amongst open minds |
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Will bloom the world |
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For ones who dare listen |
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To the oracle inside... |
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[Solo: Will] |
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[Solo: Rob] |
