| When our weary world was young
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| The struggle of the ancients first began
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| The gods of love and reason
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| Sought alone to rule the fate of man
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| They battled through the ages
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| But still neither force would yield
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| The people were divided
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| Every soul a battlefield
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| Every soul a battlefield
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| II. |
| Apollo
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| «I bring truth and understanding
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| I bring wit and wisdom fair
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| Precious gifts beyond compare
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| We can build a world of wonder
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| I can make you all aware
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| I will find you food and shelter
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| Show you fire to keep you warm
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| Through the endless winter storm
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| You can live in grace and comfort
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| In the world that you transform»
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| The people were delighted
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| Coming forth to claim their prize
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| They ran to build their cities
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| And converse among the wise
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| But one day the streets fell silent
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| Yet they knew not what was wrong
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| The urge to build these fine things
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| Seemed not to be so strong
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| The wise men were consulted
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| And the Bridge of Death was crossed
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| In quest of Dionysus
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| To find out what they had lost
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| «I bring love to give you solace
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| In the darkness of the night
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| In the Heart’s eternal light
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| You need only trust your feelings
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| Only love can steer you right
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| I bring laughter, I bring music
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| I bring joy and I bring tears
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| I will soothe your primal fears
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| Throw off those chains of reason
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| And your prison disappears»
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| The cities were abandoned
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| And the forests echoed song
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| They danced and lived as brothers
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| They knew love could not be wrong
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| Food and wine they had aplenty
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| And they slept beneath the stars
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| The people were contented
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| And the gods watched from afar
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| But the winter fell upon them
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| And it caught them unprepared
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| Bringing wolves and cold starvation
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| And the hearts of men despaired
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| The universe divided
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| As the heart and mind collided
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| With the people left unguided
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| For so many troubled years
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| In a cloud of doubts and fears
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| Their world was torn asunder into hollow
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| Hemispheres
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| Some fought themselves, some fought each other
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| Most just followed one another
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| Lost and aimless like their brothers
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| For their hearts were so unclear
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| And the truth could not appear
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| Their spirits were divided into blinded
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| Hemispheres
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| Some who did not fight
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| Brought tales of old to light
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| 'My Rocinante sailed by night
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| On her final flight'
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| To the heart of Cygnus' fearsome force
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| We set our course
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| Spiralled through that timeless space
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| To this immortal place
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| I have memory and awareness
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| But I have no shape or form
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| As a disembodied spirit
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| I am dead and yet unborn
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| I have passed into Olympus
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| As was told in tales of old
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| To the city of Immortals
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| Marble white and purest gold
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| I see the gods in battle rage on high
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| Thunderbolts across the sky
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| I cannot move, I cannot hide
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| I feel a silent scream begin inside
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| Then all at once the chaos ceased
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| A stillness fell, a sudden peace
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| The warriors felt my silent cry
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| And stayed their struggle, mystified
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| Apollo was astonished
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| Dionysus thought me mad
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| But they heard my story further
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| And they wondered and were sad
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| Looking down from Olympus
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| On a world of doubt and fear
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| Its surface splintered into
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| Sorry Hemispheres
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| They sat a while in silence
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| Then they turned at last to me
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| 'We will call you Cygnus
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| The god of Balance you shall be'
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| We can walk our road together
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| If our goals are all the same
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| We can run alone and free
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| If we pursue a different aim
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| Let the truth of love be lighted
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| Let the love of truth shine clear
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| Sensibility, armed with sense and liberty
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| With the heart and mind united in a single perfect sphere |