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Searching the hills afar, unbroken grounds. |
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Tasting the scent of vine, tongue's lullaby. |
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He ascended from earth's dark embrace, |
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Sulphuric spawn. |
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So he blended into man's mundane ways |
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And decided to wait. |
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Why do they say that despite all the laughter |
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Every man feels some sadness inside. |
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Don't know if it's true but I'm bound to believe it, |
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Taking their children into summer's night. |
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He took them all |
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His hungry soul |
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Their spirit's innocence. |
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Obedience |
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The piper's hands |
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Play melodies divine. |
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Maybe it's time for my soul's own salvation |
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Even the haunted feel sadness inside |
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Don't know if it's true but I'm bound to receive it |
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Thus this pretension is unspoken right. |
