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On virgin soil serpents are born |
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Blind are their eyes, blinding's their bane |
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Feigned happiness real is as death |
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Hypocrites' plague infects the mind of man |
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There is that fear like a curse extending in veins |
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There is that torment that impairs thee |
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Roving in shadows |
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Yet with flame that glows in my heart |
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There on my way all alone, so alone, not alone |
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Only with eyes of a pure heart |
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Maybe some day you can see me |
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Faith be your guide when the sorrow encircles your self |
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Walking the path of a pure heart |
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Maybe someday you can meet me |
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Faith be your shine if the anguish eclipses your sight |
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Under the skin innocence breathes |
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Inherent grace, free from this waste |
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Insight and pain - sacred romance |
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Freedom not greed - a doubtless choice for me to make |
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There is a pureness that so real reveals in my dreams |
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There is a beauty that I long for |
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Covered by shadows, yet it's there so close in my sight |
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Waiting till shades are gone |
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Waiting till shades are gone... |
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Hailed shall be the ones who see what others can not |
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For no assumption I will waste my reason |
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The promised lands of sand are raised and troths build on tales |
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From heights I now behold the circus' credo |
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Solo: Equilibrian Epicurius |
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Solo: Trascendental Protagonist |
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Hailed shall be the ones who see what others can not |
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For no assumption I will waste my reason |
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The promised lands of sand are raised and troths build on tales |
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From heights I now behold the circus' credo |
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Only with eyes of a pure heart |
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Maybe some day you can see me |
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Faith be your guide when the sorrow encircles your self |
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Walking the path of a pure heart |
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Maybe someday you can meet me |
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Faith be your shine if the anguish eclipses your sight |
