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On a pitch black night with gossamer wings |
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Beating out just around the edges |
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A golden albatross burst onto the scene |
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Like arrows filled with fire poking holes in my dreams |
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Making way for a mountain and a river flowing free |
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I hear bells |
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Closer than my skin |
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A silver tone pierced a stock-still night |
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The clapper struck the bell with thunder |
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Its echoes filled the earth with violent shaking sounds |
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The people woke and stood on hill and hallowed ground |
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The sound so bright it released them from their shadows |
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I hear bells |
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Closer than my skin |
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A coal laid on my tongue |
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A vision broke my thumbs |
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A golden thorn pierced my scorn |
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And a newer light is born |
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A man pulls back the string on a single bow of bronze |
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It was fitted with the sharpest of arrows |
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He aimed it toward the void |
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He aimed it to destroy |
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The crippling lies of cynics and fools |
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Yet the tip was filled with seeds |
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Which grew up into mighty trees |
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And the forest came back up around the city |
