(Kerry Livgren)
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I've so much to say, and yet I cannot speak
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Come and do my bidding now for I have grown too weak
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My weary eyes have seen all that life can give
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Come to me, O young one, for you I can forgive
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I stood where no man goes, and conquered demon foes
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With glory and passion no longer in fashion
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The hero breaks his blade
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Cast this shadow long that I may hide my face
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And in this cloak of darkness the world I will embrace
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In all that I endure, of one thing I am sure
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Knowledge and reason change like the season
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A jester's promenade
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Lying at my feet I see the offering you bring
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The mark of Cain is on our faces, borne of suffering
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O, I long to see you say it's not been wrong
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I stand before you now, a riddle in my song
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The answer is that sweet refrain
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Unheard it always will remain
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Beyond our reach, beyond our gain
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Trapped in life's parade, a king without a crown
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In this joy of madness, my smile might seem a frown
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With talons wrought of steel, I tore the heart of doom
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And in one gleaming moment I saw beyond the tomb
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I stood where no man goes, above the din I rose
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Life is amusing though we are losing
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Drowned in tears of awe.
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The Pinnacle
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