(Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire)
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Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time;
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Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
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There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
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Political ends, as sad remains, will die.
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Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you.
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Ooh, ooh.
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I listened hard but could not see
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Life tempo change out and inside me.
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The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
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The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same.
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In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalise
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That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes,
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All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
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Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
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As a moment regained and regarded both the same,
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Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
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A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you.
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And You And I III: The Preacher The Teacher
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| Yes |
