| In disputes about the will dutifully demolished the whips,
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| Those who gave a vow in the sum from the sum and prison,
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| Those who knew gold, now accustomed to copper
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| Who are we? |
| who are we? |
| who are we?
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| Lies and flattery reigned for many years,
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| Waiting for poison, dagger, tight string,
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| But from the pedestals who stepped onto the scaffolds
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| Who you are? |
| Who you are? |
| Who you are?
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| Those who did not fall with a hymn, but believed only in spells.
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| Eternal cunning in the frame of holy simplicity,
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| Save the shrine from the flames and abuse
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| Who are you? |
| Who are you? |
| Who are you?
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| Who are we, repairing the court is not averse?
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| Who are you, blinded by tears?
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| Who are you, burnt loving?
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| Who are you, forgetting yourself?
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| Lies for the salvation and grief of those walking along the edge,
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| Pity for the one who is overwhelmed by the noose of being,
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| You can ask, but I don't know the answer
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| Who am I? |
| Who am I? |
| Who am I?
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| Who are we, repairing the court is not averse?
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| Who are you, blinded by tears?
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| Who are you, burnt loving?
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| Who are you, forgetting yourself?
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| Who are we, repairing the court is not averse?
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| Who are you, blinded by tears?
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| Who are you, burnt loving?
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| Who are you, forgetting yourself?
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| Who are you, forgetting yourself?
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| Who are you, forgetting yourself?
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| Who? |