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Standing all alone in the middle of a promised land. |
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Where is it, where is it, beyond the moon, behind the sun. |
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Always in the middle, in the middle of nothingness. |
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Remember, cross the ring of thorns with a pure heart. |
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Fear not, all true gods carry horns, |
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they will throw your eyes into the deepest well. |
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Loose your sight, gain another. |
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Seek the darkest fear, the deepest pain, |
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a forgotten secret of every earthly mother. |
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"Here bigynneth the knight's tale unveil". |
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Every earring, her clothes and more shall fall. |
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Behold son for it's mystery. |
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Look, the world is falling with her. |
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The old man says you're here, you're here at last, |
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like a mouse you sat midst the circle |
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surrounded by the thick black smoke. |
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Always carry the wind of wings. |
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"You're here, here bigynneth everything". |
