| Black stone opens to the mind
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| This weak body far behind
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| Now closing in, hungry to begin
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| An ancient door to hidden light
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| For coming times to discover
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| I step across the Edge of Dawn
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| White light solid to my eye
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| Deep down inside I’m alive
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| Now I see it, the infant spirit
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| An ancient door to hidden light
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| For coming times to discover
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| I step across the Edge of Dawn
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| For better man to recover
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| Death will give birth again
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| New life will rise my friend
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| Now closing in, eager to begin
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| Black stone opens up the gate
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| This weak body integrate
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| Now I see it, the infant spirit
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| An ancient door to hidden light
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| For coming times to discover
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| I step across the Edge of Dawn
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| For better man to recover |