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Soaring over the black nights sea |
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Dressed with white garments of light |
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Eyes keen on the promise |
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-so, I have returned- |
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There is no real chance |
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I'd ever run out of bombs |
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And indeed |
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I can behave as wished |
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When I wish |
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Seen the lighthouse of the promise |
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Promised to keep |
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Yet the light is moving |
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It is moving away from me |
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But i am not even trying to catch it |
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Eventually |
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It will come to me |
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Not here to |
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Harm |
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Worship |
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Break |
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Submit unto |
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You |
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Here to love you |
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Until-and over the end |
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There are forms of worms |
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Trying to seize it all |
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And they keep failing and falling |
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'cause the garden is sealed |
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From there with ill- |
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Will |
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As the crossing over happens |
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Without smile or tears |
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Leave every-thing behind |
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Our ultimate goal |
