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The teacher of truth told tales |
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Of trouble times that would begin |
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And the cynical sower sowed |
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The sorrowful seeds of seven sins |
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The people placed a price upon |
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The prince of perfect peace |
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And the one who wooed the world was wounded |
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Look unto the east |
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The morning moved in mournfully |
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With many moments marred |
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By brawny beast who beat the beauty |
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Bound and bit and barred |
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They laid the lash upon him low |
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His lips moved not the least |
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Watch him come from where he did go |
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Look unto the east |
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The devil drew his darts |
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And the dearest dove came droppin' down |
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But the spirits slips in soft and sweetly |
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Unseen with no sound |
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The comforter, the counselor |
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With us till time is ceased |
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And the groom will return for his bride |
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Look unto the east |
