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come here |
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lower your eyes and surrender |
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to the blossoms spring has brought |
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to adorn our grief |
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with the memory of you |
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love stole away to another body |
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to another thief |
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to a world you are withering |
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you are starving, draining its blood |
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come here |
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we know nothing of hatreds |
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nor their jealousies |
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nor their enmities |
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we laugh and dance in perfect composure |
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this is our beauty |
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of simplicity and severity of discipline |
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be free of whatever they teach |
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of whatever they preach |
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free yourself of their entrapment's |
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of their weapons of mass distraction |
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free yourself from the bondage of time and place and status |
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for what peace do they give? |
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what truth do they reveal? |
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what lie do they live? |
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whose blood weeps from these wounds? |
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detach yourself! |
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detach yourself! |
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for there is a war |
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deep in our hearts |
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and that's where all battles ought to be fought |
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come here |
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lower your eyes |
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and surrender |
