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The sisters of illusion |
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Sell delusion at the show |
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It is said they've wed for wisdom |
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If it kissed them, they wouldn't even know |
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Still the marchers walk beside them |
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Inclined to agree: "If it's written we believe |
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It will come, you'll see" |
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The converts come together |
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They're gathered to begin |
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And they swear their oaths forever |
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Slip chips down into the skin |
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So the keepers are inside them |
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Provide them what they need |
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To transmit and to receive |
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When they're in, they don't leave |
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The convent is waiting it's time to go in |
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Gather the faithful let vespers begin |
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...and this is what they say |
