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A mime stands upon the gallows for a crime he did not do |
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When given the last chance to speak he remains true |
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A crowd of hundreds has gathered to see his last performance knowing he will not talk |
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The mime takes from the sky the circles of bright spheres |
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Lays them on the table |
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Expressing deep love for the companionship and guidance they have given him |
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For so many years |
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He removes his heart from his body |
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And seems to arouse all life on this splendid earth |
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With such a sacred tenderness |
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There for an extraordinary moment it looked like someone was giving birth to the |
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Christ again |
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He mounts his soul upon the body of freedom |
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And grave breeze comes by |
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And the sun and the moon join hands |
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And they bow so gracefully |
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For a moment |
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For a moment |
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Everyone knows that |
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God is real |
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That God is real |
