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When they turn the pages of history |
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When these days have passed long ago |
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Will they read of us with sadness |
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For the seeds that we let grow? |
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We turned our gaze |
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From the castles in the distance |
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Eyes cast down |
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On the path of least resistance |
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Cities full of hatred, fear and lies |
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Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes |
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Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise |
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Beating down the multitude and |
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Scoffing at the wise |
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The hypocrites are slandering |
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The sacred halls of truth |
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Ancient nobles showering |
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Their bitterness on youth |
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Can't we find the minds that made us strong? |
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Oh can't we learn to feel what's right |
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And what's wrong? |
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What's wrong? |
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Cities full of hatred, fear and lies |
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Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes |
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Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise |
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Beating down the multitude and |
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Scoffing at the wise |
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Oh can't we raise our eyes and make a start? |
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Can't we find the minds to lead us |
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Closer to the heart? |
