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Like
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an
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angel
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who
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has
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forsaken
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sympathy,
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Rise
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up,
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young
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boy,
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and
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make
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yourself
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a
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legend!
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Blue
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skies
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and
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beckoning
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winds...
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Are
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trying
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to
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open
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the
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door
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of
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your
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heart.
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But
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you're
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gazing
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at
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me
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as
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if
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you
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cannot
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see;
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You
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just
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stand
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there,
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smiling
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vacantly.
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Your
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eyes
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hold
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such
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innocence;
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You're
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blind
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to
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the
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fate
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that
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will
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soon
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come
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to
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pass.
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But
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it's
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summoning
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you
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with
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a
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touch
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like
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a
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sigh;
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You
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seek
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it
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without
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knowing
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why.
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But,
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someday,
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I
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know
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that
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you
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will
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be
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awakened...
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And
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your
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eyes
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will
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finally
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see.
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These
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wings
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on
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your
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back
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are
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just
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waiting
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to
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guide
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you;
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The
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future
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will
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soon
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set
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you
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free!
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This
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cruel
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thesis,
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a
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spiteful
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angel's
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litany,
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Will
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soon
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soar
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from
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the
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window
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of
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your
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destiny.
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White-hot
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pathos,
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a
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desecrated
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symphony;
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Stay
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true
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to
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this
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and
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don't
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betray
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your
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memory!
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Come
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now,
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reach
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out
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-
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you
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must
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embrace
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reality!
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Rise
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Lyrics
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up,
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young
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boy,
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and
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make
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yourself
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a
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legend!
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You've
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slept
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for
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ever-so-long...
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Embraced
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in
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affection
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and
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cradled
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with
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care.
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But
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with
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morning's
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approach
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comes
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an
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echoing
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cry;
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It
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tells
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you
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to
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wave
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your
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dreams
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goodbye.
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And
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the
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moon
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is
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shining
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above;
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It
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wishes
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to
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show
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just
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how
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fragile
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you
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are.
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You're
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so
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frail
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and
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slight
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in
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its
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silvery
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light;
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Our
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fate
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is
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not
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one
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we
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can
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fight.
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But,
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someday,
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I
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hope
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that
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we'll
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be
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reunited...
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If
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that
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is
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what's
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destined
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to
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be.
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Perhaps
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we'll
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discover
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that
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elusive
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Bible,
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And
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then
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we
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will
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finally
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be
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free!
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This
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cruel
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thesis,
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a
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spiteful
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angel's
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mockery,
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Will
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bring
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with
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it
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the
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sorrow
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of
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futility.
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Hold
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on
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tightly
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and
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do
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not
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lose
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vitality;
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You
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must
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wake
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up,
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for
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now
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the
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dream
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is
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history!
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Come
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now,
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reach
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out
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-
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you
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must
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embrace
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humanity!
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Rise
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up,
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young
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boy,
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and
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make
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yourself
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a
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legend!
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Love
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is
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the
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thread
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Lyrics
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of
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the
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story
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that's
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woven...
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Of
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future
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and
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present
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and
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past.
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I
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may
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not
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ever
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ascend
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to
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the
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heavens,
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But
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I
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know
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my
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love
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will
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still
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last!
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This
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cruel
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thesis,
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a
|
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spiteful
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angel's
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litany,
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Will
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soon
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soar
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from
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the
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window
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of
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your
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destiny.
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White-hot
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pathos,
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a
|
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desecrated
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symphony;
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Stay
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true
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to
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this
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and
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don't
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betray
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your
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memory!
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Come
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now,
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reach
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out
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-
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you
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must
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embrace
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reality!
|
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Rise
|
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up,
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young
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boy,
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and
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make
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yourself
|
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a
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legend!
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