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Behold a bed of golden sand, |
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Upon it lies a sea of empty shells, |
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The dream of life on earth dissolving fast, |
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Like a world painted in aquarelles. |
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Yet in this a time there's no room for despair, |
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for there's more to this than what meets the eye. |
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Dispute no more over right and wrong, |
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for the song of hope is but a single cry. |
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A prayer for the right to be loved, |
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Despite all our prior sins, |
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No one shall cast a stone now, |
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for if the song is dead, nobody wins. |
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Who is this? |
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You call me Gabriel, |
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I'm a rider on a white horse. |
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The tide is rising now, |
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Make haste and set your course. |
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for don't wait for the break of dawn, |
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The sun isn't gonna rise today, |
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but don't worry, all is well, |
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In its place the moon will light the way. |
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And from the morrow till the end of time, |
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Both the sun and moon alike will reign, |
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It is by the hand of man, not the will of God, |
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That any lamb was ever slain. |
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But for the love of life and a life of love, |
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Let there be no blood shed tonight. |
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The only way to win this coming trial, |
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Is to yield your arms, and put up no fight. |
