| Long ago and far away they met upon a holiday
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| To thank the gods for nature’s gifts bestowed
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| Secrets past from mouth to ear
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| The evil ones would always fear
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| Unless they could destroy beliefs of old
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| Stand in a circle and reach to the sky
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| Far away crusaders met
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| Calling horsemen to conquest
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| And plot the death of heathens in their path
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| They tortured men a hundred ways
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| Till they’d bow their heads and pray
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| You closed your mind but can’t forget the past
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| Stand in a circle and reach to the sky
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| Don’t be afraid when you’re learning to fly
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| Stand in a circle and reach to the sky
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| Don’t be a fool whose been caught in the lie
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| Be not afraid 'cuz we all have the power
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| There’s no need to fear come the witching hour
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| Oh no Fly high
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| Join together hand in hand
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| The Challenger awaits command
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| The moon is rising for the world to see
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| We’ll meet upon a moonlit shore
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| Make magic real just like before
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| Take my hand, Oh, won’t you come with me Don’t be afraid when you’re learning to fly
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| Laugh at the fools who aren’t willing to try
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| Be not afraid 'cuz we all have the power
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| There’s no need to fear come the witching hour |