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He come up and |
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Throw himself down |
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He finds no strength to get off this ground |
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By the wave of the horsetail |
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By the wave of the horsetail |
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He wishes no height |
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No height in your mind |
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To climb the steep hill none the can find |
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If you think you can see it in your hand |
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Then you are blind |
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For unless he draw them |
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They will not come |
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For no man seeks him |
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No not one |
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There is number to your hours |
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There is number to your hours |
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You I don?t know |
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From a stone?s throw |
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If you think you can see it in your hand |
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Then you are blind |
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He bring the whirlwind |
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To scatter your fire |
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You cannot reach him |
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No not from your |
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Tallest spire |
