| In the beginning there was the void
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| Slowly, but surely, existence emerged
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| The light was glowing bright
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| Brighter than anything
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| We must come to a halt
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| And reverse what has been done
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| Ask questions and further yourself
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| To break free from the chains
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| It brought the promises of better days
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| Because all the world’s a stage
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| Let a thousand flowers bloom
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| The color of Magenta
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| Blazes in the radiant light
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| It will penetrate and illuminate the night
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| None of the fright, which used to occupy our minds
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| Will be present, for this is a new beginning
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| A start of epic proportions
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| This will be the one for the books
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| In dream worlds only metaphysical thoughts exists
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| Astral projection is the only way out
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| Nothing but doubt clouds our minds
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| Break free from the chains
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| Of the torrent of the flow
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| Forward thinking is essential
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| We are merely players
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| We have our exits and our entrances
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| In the hall of fame, of life
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| It brought the promises of better days
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| Because all the world’s a stage
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| Let a thousand flowers bloom
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| The color of Magenta
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| Blazes in the radiant light
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| It will penetrate and illuminate the night
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| In the beginning there was the void
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| Slowly, but surely
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| Dock your vessels at the skyharbor
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| Paradise awaits us |