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Wings of fire shall upblaze the Sky |
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Let enlighten my spirit, wheneth sweeping by |
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Ye who harvest in fortune, while singeth sweet notes |
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Ye marquis of balance great from the realm of thoughts |
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A distant songster, singeth like child |
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Innocent it calleth thee to walketh by its side |
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Winds of the west carry my words |
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Let them be swept far beyond, let them be heard |
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Turn space into void and void into time |
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Ye poetry fire flier of words sublime |
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A distant songster, singeth like child |
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Innocent it calleth thee to walketh by its side |
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Now come forth, I conjure thee |
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Let thy silhouette majestic encircle the sun |
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Now come forth, marquis Phenex |
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Reclaim thy righteous destiny in the order of thrones |
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Communing clairaudient since darkest of times |
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Yet under your wing there's a child to be found |
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Bestial angel of liberal science and art |
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Fulfil my desires within devour my heart |
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Black shining feathers fall away as thou flies |
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Hunt to devour souls striketh night burning skies |
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Entrance thine victims when singeth soporific tones |
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Hopeth to return upon thy righteous seventh throne |
