| The brightest stars of history
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| The triumphs, failures, infamy
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| Just blend into tapestry
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| The ebbing waves of memory’s beach
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| Will mark the sand where waters reach
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| Impressions are all they leave
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| Words forgotten, never to return
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| But these precious few are flames that always burn
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| «Remember Me, remember Me
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| Every time you drink, and every time you eat
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| Remember Me, remember Me.»
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| So we drink the wine and break the bread
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| Our senses will remind our heads
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| From now until Kingdom comes
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| Proclaiming what is carved in stone
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| A death that only One could own
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| So many would come to know
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| A life begotten which cannot be earned
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| The promise that will not be overturned
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| The blood that spilled, the body broke
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| Will not depart my frontal lobe
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| The Great Rebirth of 33, it was, it is, will always be
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| «Remember Me, remember Me
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| Every time you drink, and every time you eat
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| With every word you speak, and every breath you breathe
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| Remember Me, remember Me.»
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| So take the bread, take the wine
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| Look beyond this mortal time
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| And wait for the Kingdom |