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The triumph of the three |
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As it is, and because of what is, and what shall ever be |
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The four beneath the one |
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The quintessential animation |
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Spirits arise, to you there is no end |
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Time will progress with the beauty of what shall ever be |
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Absence provides water for this elemental spring |
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The toil and the reaping |
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A reminder of inherent beauty |
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Welcome respite amidst the weeping |
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An ushering in, a reminder of purpose |
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Of Will, of duty, of rejuvenation of promise |
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To answer the clarion call |
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As imagination creates existence |
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The builders professing to one and all |
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Far flung revisions, unsteady convictions, fall with me now |
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Uninitiated, we'll fight the war from outside, follow me down |
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I'll warn you but once, the answers aren't there |
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And maybe this spirals en route to nowhere |
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And the compartments of the scheme are vast |
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But up is still down, and the last will be first |
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And fevered dreams are still illusions too |
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Imagination creates existence |
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The builders professing to one and all |
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This too shall pass |
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With you I'll pass |
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This blessed past |
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Forever bending fast |
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To you there is no end |
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To us there is no end |
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To all there is no end |
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To end the time begins |
