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Let's take the beam of light, but purely for example |
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It's flowing freely with momentum that is ample |
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It searches corners, crevices, there's not a shadow it ignores |
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It cries to night "oh darkness I am light, don't put up any fight |
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Clear the way for brother bright" it implores |
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Moving on we find the water's gold reflection |
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The light goes dancing in most every direction |
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It puts it's weight upon my head when it must practice it's protection |
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It's awfully bright and drink it in I might restore me with the bite if I'm bitten then I'll fight my own reflection |
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Light be bright |
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Light be bright |
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The spectrum disappears and every color's crying |
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Give us the day for all our consititution's dying |
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Call in the sun and the star belt that illuminates so clearly |
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And as it glows invisibly imposed so neatly in their rows lay the colors in the pose they know so dearly |
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That golden candle casts a pool of light that's flooding |
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Those heavy hallways that were shadows will be sunny |
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It's melting slowly over time puts itself to sleep for good |
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It won't come to and all the while it knew the breeze that barely blew still the fire it claims so true because it could |
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Light be bright |
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Light be bright |
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Light be bright |
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Light be bright |
