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Moses was old, a chill in his bones |
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Falling apart, he knew in his heart that his time had come |
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As he lay in his tent in the hot desert sands |
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He smiled at how he would never see his promised land |
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He sang, "I could have lived and diedAn Egyptian prince, could have played safeBut in the end journey's brought joysThat outweigh the pain" |
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Now Odysseus sat tired and alone |
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He'd always held out against all the doubts he would come home |
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Now he was here, his soul felt estranged |
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His wife and his dog, his son and his gods, everything changed |
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He sang, "I could have stayed and ruledAs an Ithacan prince, could've played safeBut in the end journey's brought joysThat outweigh the pain" |
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Now Balthazar rode for seven long years |
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Eastwards and far, he followed his star and it brought him here |
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To a stable in ruins in some backwater town |
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To a virgin defiled, no king but a child, too small for a crown |
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He sang, "I could have lived with my GodsAs a Persian prince, I could've played safeBut in the end journey's brought joysThat outweigh the pain" |
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Paupers and kings, princes and thieves |
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Singers of songs, righters of wrongs, be what you believe |
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Saddle your horse, shoulder your load |
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Burst at the seams, be what you dream and then take to the road |
