| Am I not your super hero
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| Am I not your golden chain
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| War fixation, I won the game
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| Transmit this remedy
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| Transmit this gain
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| Prosperity — I’ll came across you between the shades
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| With superior blessings
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| That apparently was holding the staff
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| Of which blindness could foresee
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| Trouble in the corridor
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| Drained through the system of foundations
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| Dear in cruelty
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| Simulating the opponent
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| Well besmeared with toxic phlegm
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| Let me lick you, frustrated joy
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| A canyon of courage with soar feet
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| A paradise in motion
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| Born without a scruple
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| Could I please be left alone now
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| In my hand I hold the science, of which
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| Nothing can ever penetrate
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| In my hand I hold the plague
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| Where silence will proceed
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| Wild bindings, an opportunity for great men
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| And with or without them in honor, just for fun
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| I mingle with the fountains of all that I’ve seen
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| Substantial is the millenium
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| And proud is the frog that predicated his amusement
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| All for benefit of reluctant ideas
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| Like envy is the falsehood, while the morning after
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| Is all that is between us
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| As laughter is planted in mortal void
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| And unwilling wisdom is abroad
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| Wandering alone in this shapeless halls of nothing
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| And watch it increase as the shining becomes stronger
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| This stranger is a «place» for you to rest |