| Just take a pebble and cast it to the silent sea
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| What does happen
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| Just have a thought, cry a word or pray a silent plea
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| Do you know what will happen
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| Billows arise and our senses catch a proof of energy
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| Do we know laws of nature
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| All one what we feel or do echoes return from eternity
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| We’ll come to know our creator
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| We can’t stop the echoes
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| Which are called forth by our animation
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| We can’t hide from the echoes
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| From the truth of our soul — vibration
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| Do we know the sound of collapsing walls
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| Of collapsing truth, law and order
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| The instant of our Freudian deliverance
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| We are the shouters at the border
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| As long as we’re entangled in declinating
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| All divine forces around us
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| As long as we refuse to understand
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| That we are here to spread out love
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| Are we actually informed
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| About the mission of our life
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| Do we know that we’re composed
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| Of the trinity — of heart, soul, and mind
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| Our dark nights only come to bright end
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| When we learn — violence makes us sick and blind
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| Creation’s aim and end, aspiration is to rise
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| The beam of love in our mind
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| Just think about what we call love and hate
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| We are the ones to recreate it
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| When we’re sowing fear, when we lock up
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| We will reap all the tears
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| All the tears that separate
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| Punishment and pain is the touchstone for the gain
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| For the way, our common spirit glows
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| All our silent cries, our thoughts, our deeds
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| Will call forth what we earn, will arise
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| Mighty echoes will arise
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| Mighty Echoes |