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