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[ti:The Last Morning] |
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[ar:Dawn Fung] |
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[al:The Last Morning] |
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The waning sun of dyiny hours |
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give away to glorious sounds |
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(whistling cheers of hidden words) |
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and pictures of the men |
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and women clad in crowns of flowers |
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and children of our friends |
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They stand in line and crossed their fingers |
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for the fisher band. |
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And from the skies that disappeared |
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I saw a scroll display. |
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Prophecies untold to kings who ruled |
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in esrly days. |
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These things,they echo down the hall |
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and light the ancient way. |
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A straight and narrow road that leads to |
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fatherly embrace. |
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And I look in your eyes |
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so much fire that I won't stay cold |
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And I look in your heart |
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so much love that I won't lav low |
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On my kness I saw his feet |
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his sandals made of gold |
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I never heard a voice so sweetly |
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the kind in its grander. |
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The sound of rushing rivers past |
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my ears like mystery. |
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He wiped my tears with nail piarced |
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cut for eternity. |
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And I look in your eyes |
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so much fire that I won't stay cold |
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And I look in your heart |
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so much love that I won't lav low |
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And I look in your eyes |
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so much fire that I won't stay cold |
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And I look in your heart |
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so much love that I won't lav low |
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