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The hand creates |
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And chiseled stone |
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Rises from beneath the striking |
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Hidden here below the fracture |
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The beautiful is corporal |
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The beautiful is real |
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I write these dreams |
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To make this world |
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Something more |
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Than hate and greed |
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I cast a vision |
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To change the tides |
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To give this world |
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What I have seen |
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Find the face within the stone |
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The Cyphered dreams |
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Of love enduring |
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No winds shall come |
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To move this stone |
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For here I plant |
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My gift to you |
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A monument |
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Within the mind |
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The stone is breathing |
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The heart is beating |
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And my soul is present |
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In every word |
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Galatea lives |
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And she will love you |
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While angels comfort |
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Should you fall |
