| In the fountains of the Universe: Set time in accord
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| Sits the boychild Solomon: Ever turning round and round
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| In the cities of the Southern Sky: Set points Universe
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| Dreams he of glory: Pulsating round and round
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| Future times will stand and clearly see: Highest dancing
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| Of the course of innocence: Drifting drifting
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| See it all
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| See it all
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| Till tomorrow
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| See it all
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| See it all
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| Till tomorrow
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| Future times will stand and clearly smile
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| Of the course of innocence
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| Dantalion will ride again: Raging forth underland
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| The course of evils standing straight: Grind to grind to grind
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| Hot metal will abound the land: Churning out shout
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| As the form regards our blazing hand
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| Future times will stand and clearly see
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| Of the course of innocence
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| One the word will enter all our hearts
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| Two the duel will alter them
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| Three jewels countenance divine away delight away
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| Four the fight to free the land
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| Five the islands of Arabia
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| Six the tears that separate
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| Six the tears that separate
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| Rejoice forward out this feeling
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| Ten true summers long
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| We go round and round and round and round
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| Until we pick it up again
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| Time flies, on and on it goes
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| Thru the setting sun
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| Carry round and round and round and round
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| Until it comes to carry you home
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| Rejoice forward out this feeling
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| The white eagle soars
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| He goes round and round and round
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| Until the early winds of change
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| Dawns new light conquering timeless ease
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| Spread the harvest breeze
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| Let our hour of passion
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| Gently hold our heads on high with you
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| Gently hold our heads on high |