| There is a swan-white curtain
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| Somewhere within the sky
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| It’s known of every sermon
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| Every anguished cry —
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| The howls of hopeless people
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| Frightened and alone
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| There is a spotless silver mirror
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| That hangs within the moon
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| It’s witness every winter
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| The cities charred and ruined —
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| The herds of homeless people
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| Filling all the roads…
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| Some may pray to their mirrors
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| Some may kneel before the sun
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| Me, I say there’s a mirror
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| In the heart of everyone
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| Bullets paint the blue distance
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| The mirror’s stained from every gun
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| Still, I say that it glistens
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| In the heart of everyone
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| And there are golden whispers
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| Within the afternoon
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| They’ve held the brothers, sister…
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| Felt the mothers' wounds
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| The broken-hearted people
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| Burying their own…
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| Some may pray to their mirrors
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| Some may kneel before the sun
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| Me, I say there’s a mirror
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| In the heart of everyone
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| Strike the bell, and we listen
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| Light the candle, and we’re shown
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| The gods themselves throwing incense
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| As all the world begins to glow…
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| Such a flame, such a mirror
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| In the heart of everyone
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| Such a flame, such a mirror
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| In the heart of everyone… |