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On virgin soil serpents are born
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Blind are their eyes, blinding's their bane
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Feigned happiness real is as death
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Hypocrites' plague infects the mind of man
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There is that fear like a curse extending in veins
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There is that torment that impairs thee
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Roving in shadows
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Yet with flame that glows in my heart
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There on my way all alone, so alone, not alone
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Only with eyes of a pure heart
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Maybe some day you can see me
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Faith be your guide when the sorrow encircles your self
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Walking the path of a pure heart
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Maybe someday you can meet me
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Faith be your shine if the anguish eclipses your sight
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Under the skin innocence breathes
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Inherent grace, free from this waste
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Insight and pain - sacred romance
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Freedom not greed - a doubtless choice for me to make
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There is a pureness that so real reveals in my dreams
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There is a beauty that I long for
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Covered by shadows, yet it's there so close in my sight
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Waiting till shades are gone
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Waiting till shades are gone...
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Hailed shall be the ones who see what others can not
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For no assumption I will waste my reason
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The promised lands of sand are raised and troths build on tales
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From heights I now behold the circus' credo
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Solo: Equilibrian Epicurius
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Solo: Trascendental Protagonist
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Hailed shall be the ones who see what others can not
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For no assumption I will waste my reason
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The promised lands of sand are raised and troths build on tales
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From heights I now behold the circus' credo
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Only with eyes of a pure heart
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Maybe some day you can see me
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Faith be your guide when the sorrow encircles your self
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Walking the path of a pure heart
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Maybe someday you can meet me
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Faith be your shine if the anguish eclipses your sight
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Pure
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Lost horizon |