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Long ago I heard a tale I never will forget |
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The time was in the telling on the bank the scene was set |
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The sky was rolling blindly on, the daylight had not gone |
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She washed her hair among the stones and saw what was to come |
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All this will pass |
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There will be blood among the corn and heroes in the hills |
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But there is more to come my boy before you've had your fill |
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Men will come and rape the soil as though it were their own |
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And they will bathe their feet in oil as I have bathed my own |
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All this will pass |
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All things must come |
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Just as I tell you here |
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Stones will stand together as if searching for the stars |
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And all come crashing down again before they reach too far |
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She turned to face the setting sun, I turned to walk away |
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But then she called my name again and beckoned me to stay |
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All this will pass |
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All things must come |
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Just as I tell you here |
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She told me of the famous sons who write their names in peace |
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Yet be cut down before the time has come for our release |
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Just as I tell you here |
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Even now I wait for the coming day |
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Even now she waits in the dawn |
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For the tales she tells, for the gifts that she will sell |
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For the sight she knows, for a vision that still grows |
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With the dream in her eyes no one's seen |
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I listened for so long that day that I can hardly tell |
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If what she said was heaven sent or brought to bear in hell |
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That men of hope would stand alone and still be cast a lie |
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Just as Romans cast them on the day they were to die |
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All this will pass |
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All things must come |
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Just as I tell you here |
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Even now I wait for the coming day |
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Even now she waits in the dawn |
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For the tales she tells, for the gifts that she will sell |
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For the sight she knows, for a vision that still grows |
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With the dream in her eyes no one's seen |
