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Where the crossroads meet is the axle |
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Of the grand wheel |
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The heart that reverberates my beat |
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I wear the talisman of Thoth |
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The sign of our unity |
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Because it has a part of the universe |
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A part of me |
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And my love is strong because nothing can divide |
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Me from the object of my ultimate affection |
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The ophidian wheel |
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When the moon steals the crown from its rival |
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Night enters day. Bring forth the eclipse |
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The schism that reconstructs my lucid kingdom |
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And all my children by their birth right |
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Wear proudly my crown, my horns of power |
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And those who sense my circle thoughts are all witnesses |
