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One day in the Year of the Fox |
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Came a time remembered well |
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When the strong young man of the rising sun |
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Heard the tolling of the great black bell |
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One day in the Year of the Fox |
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When the bell began to ring |
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It meant the time had come for one to go to the temple of the king |
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There in the middle of the circle he stands |
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Searching, seeking |
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With just one touch of his trembling hand |
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The answer will be found |
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Daylight waits while the old man sings |
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"Heaven help me!" |
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And then like the rush of a thousand wings |
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It shines upon the one |
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And the day has just begun |
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One day in the Year of the Fox |
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Came a time remembered well |
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When the strong young man of the rising sun |
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Heard the tolling of the great black bell |
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One day in the Year of the Fox |
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When the bell began to sing |
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It meant the time had come for the one to go to the temple of the king |
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There in the middle of the people he stands, seeing, feeling |
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With just a way of the strong right hand |
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Be strong to the temple of the king |
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Far from the circle at the edge of the world |
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He's hoping, wondering |
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Thinking back on the stories he's heard of what he's going to see |
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There in the middle of a circle |
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It lies "Heaven help me!" |
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Then all could see by the shine in his eyes |
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The answer had been found |
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Back with the people in the circle he stands, giving, feeling |
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With just one touch of a strong right hand |
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They know of the temple and the king |
