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Once the pebble |
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of an avalanche army |
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now the guardian |
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retreats in cool shade |
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unaware of the numbers bled |
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and by whom the desert war was led |
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the war like a large blind bird |
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flew hard slow and clumsy |
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Guarding the world's |
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sleeping sapphire head |
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at the foot of a billion beds |
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The war like a large blind bird |
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flew slow and clumsy |
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through many years |
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the territories |
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knew the shadow |
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cast by havoc's head |
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and the worms |
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that filled faith's abandoned bread |
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from hills and seas oozed |
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crimson red |
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but one day chance appeared |
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luring the guardian |
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into it's path |
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But one day chance appeared |
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luring the guardian |
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into it's path |
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and by chance havoc's tail |
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fell down from the sky |
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into the guardian's hand |
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he grabbed the tail and flung it round |
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until havoc's jewelled innards |
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splattered to the ground |
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(chorus) |
