[Mrs. Cozier]
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You were the dream that survived
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Lost in the darkness of eternity
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You were the hope kept alive
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Embraced by tomorrows that we all could never quite see
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You had a beauty denied
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You were the moment
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But here in this night
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Where your dream carries on
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Never quite there but it's never quite gone
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You are the star that is wished upon
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Forever
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You were the one that believed
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Long past when belief was a memory
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The child time would never concede
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Faith and tomorrow and all of the things that might be
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You had a beauty denied
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A glittering moment
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But here in this night
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Where your dream carries on
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Never quite there but it's never quite gone
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You are the star that is wished upon
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Forever
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[Then in a sudden, unexpected, visceral voice, she raged against all those citizens of apathy and willful ignorance who lived behind the sacrifices of others.]
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We thought evil dead
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Killed by our own sword
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But evil is patient
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'Til the future grows bored
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Do you believe in night
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Does it hold you close
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When you're at your last card
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Pray hard, Father, Son & Holy Ghost
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Still the night rolls on
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Brings you to your knees
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When you look back that far
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Each scar, suddenly just starts to bleed
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The night it keeps burning
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While twisting and turning
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Its way to tomorrow
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Its joys and its sorrows
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Our secrets beneath her
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We drive each stake deeper
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Then offer to barter
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But each deal is harder
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The cloaks we keep changing
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While gliding through weddings
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Of nights to their morning
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Of dreams to their dawning
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While reaching for moments
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The world has forbidden
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The kindness inside them
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So carefully hidden
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The pages keep turning
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But no-one is learning
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They feed them to pyres
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To stoke up their fires
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Of ignorance, apathy
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Forbidding charity
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The flames they grow higher
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Could such be desired
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And christ and Confucius
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Are all their words useless
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We quote them in fractions
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But not in our actions
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Aurelius, and Hugo
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Auden and Gibran
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The words they have written
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Seem so quickly gone
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For somewhere there's dirt
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That was once reddish mud
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From soaking up liquid
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That was a man's blood
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But both earth and god
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They have deemed to forgive
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So each year in the spring
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New flowers do live
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And of all the authors
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Your favorite was Wilde
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With each timeless story
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All penned with such style
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Of fairytale kingdoms
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Where ogres save children
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And no gardens have walls
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So all children might use them
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And since that's the ending
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You valued the most
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You cling to that card
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Father, Son & Holy Ghost
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Father, Son & Holy Ghost
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Father, Son & Holy Ghost
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Father, Son & Holy Ghost
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Father, Son & Holy...
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But here in this night
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Where your dream carries on
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Never quite there but it's never quite gone
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You are the star that is wished upon
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Forever
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Father, Son & Holy Ghost
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Trans-Siberian Orchestra |