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[Then] deep in the darkness without form and void |
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The hovering spirit of |
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God Man given life soon only to die |
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Fallen by deception [Now] dwell in the confines of morality |
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Gripping the hand of despair |
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Children of dust blown by winds of distress |
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Into uncharted futures stare [Whenever] again the night falls to darken our dawn |
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Silence our lips seek refuge from harm again |
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Children of trial offspring of pain |
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Wounds of existence leave scars that remain |
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Scarred hand of healing waits stretched from the sky |
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For those who would choose to receive |
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Chains of oppression shackles of fear |
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Forever broken for those who draw near |
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From storm to shelter from darkness to light |
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Wings cast a shadow a haven from falling night |
