[GODS:]</i> We will leave her to feel nothing but memory. But still She will crave
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infinity in which to create purpose for her play. That will be the last act
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before her last fall.
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[SHE:]
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The theatre is abandoned
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Your violent script
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Twisted the act
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And left me with no lines
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Gods, absorve my mind
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"Let me in!
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I sense the harmony
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Let me direct the symphony!"
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[Chorus:]
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Am I not a chosen one?
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The purpose of the play
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Am I not an entity?
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Illuminate me with infinity
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The day that is the word
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Moulds from your mind
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It merges with me
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And my writing hand
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I am the poetry
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I define the design
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My will will be wisdom
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Divine harmony is mine
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The pathway you presented
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Lead me onto this field
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Everywhere, everywhen to go
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Now grant me the gift you had in mind
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I was but the words you breathe
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Now become the air I sing
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My will is wisdom
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[Chorus]
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My Will Is Wisdom
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| Sinphonia |
