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Wher it had been left |
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Hundreds of years ago |
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Extract from the depth |
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Is but a setting sun paradise is scace |
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In this light that won't shine |
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What is our earthly task |
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But a worthy design? |
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Some held it in sight |
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For scattered it may have been |
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They're ready to fight |
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In a priceless inkling |
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The request is here |
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Ready to resurrect |
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What else can we do but recover the project |
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Our earthly design |
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Can be so detached |
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What crushes our desire |
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Not to be trapped |
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When the higher spheres |
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Tell us to and not to |
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Everyone agrees |
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Demanding more veto |
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Our earthly design |
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Can we be so detached |
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What crushes our desire |
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Not to be trapped? |
