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Generous come the gift |
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From the source as it, it |
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When allowed make us proud |
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Run the course as it shifts |
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Recovered through although you always knew |
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It was there but you withdrew |
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Identified and pushed aside |
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The only message they provide |
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Whereabouts run north and south |
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They're only known from the word of mouth |
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Escape the wheels as they conceal the way |
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This pact is sealed |
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As before once was town |
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Locked away in a drawer |
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Glance around tie it down |
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Tightly wound to the core |
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No consolation can be held |
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But all the same it's just as well |
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If you've heard the you deserve |
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Given words you can never sell |
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We wait our days still so amazed at |
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How these parts are finally played |
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The system doubt our open routes |
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We follow faithfully devout |
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So the source runs its course |
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Through our minds we implore |
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Tightly wound souls are bound |
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As it was once before |