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Out above the towers the kite was seen to soar |
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As the infant world slumbered in a cradle on the floor |
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Sun and Moon were meeting contemplating folklore |
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As time present passed the wolf at the door |
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And then they stop and wait and listen as the Lord relates |
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That all our hopes loves and hour hates |
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Will show the way or bar the gates |
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And shape us for our coming fates. |
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Crusaders were returning from their journies to the East |
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Left the bamboo temples burning |
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In the name of hope and peace |
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And it's welcome home Colossus |
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Good to see you're doing swell |
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Wave the banner |
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Proclamation |
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Quasimodo ring the bell!. |
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Horsemen were advancing, Kingdom Come straight ahead |
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Mace and chain, gown of white, glove and cross of red |
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Advanced upon the castle, funny trick of Fate |
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Stallion strong Arab blood |
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Clear the castle gates!. |
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Out along the Northern bay |
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And out across the moors and mountains |
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Far away |
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Bells ringing |
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Riders they were leaving tracks across the plain |
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Sparing neither horse nor hide |
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In flight from the Valley of Slain |
