(Anderson)
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The day the Circus of Heaven came to town
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Local folks lined the streets in a Midwestern town
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Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all round
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On the very last day
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A Unicorn headed the Mystical way
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Surrounded by what seemed a thousand golden angels at play
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Behind were Centaurs, elves, bright fairies all in colours of Jade
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On the very final day
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For what seemed only just a moment in time
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Seven solemn flying silvered regal horses rode by
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Seven golden chariots in tow, a wonder to behold
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The Seven Lords of the Mountains of time
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There then arose where nothing really stood there before
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A giant tent rising one thousand feet high from the floor
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Towns people flocked inside with their eyes all amazed
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To greet the Seventh Lord of the Seventh age
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A fanfare rang out in an incredible sound
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Bringing out the strangest visions perfect harmony round
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Any dreams he asked would they like to have seen
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Circus Of Heaven
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