down below the voice of treachery
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above the vile acts of cruelty
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beyond the rims of our destiny fallen
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a cruce salus
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and still there are things I need to day
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and always things I see myself do
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yet in the end there's one truth only
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freedom in its ultimate form
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remove the fetters from your feet
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and rise again to breathe the air anew
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when body's broken
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and when your clothes are torn
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faith when the courage is crawling
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and you're left there all alone
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replace your heart with peace
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and love your enemy
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for today we walk together on
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towards eternity
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The Things I Found
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| Extol |
