| The one who plucks the trembling strings within my soul
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| The one who makes me want to sing, who makes me whole
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| This precious gift you gave to me, a gift of love
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| The only thing that sets me free to rise above
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| So sing of sun and sing of rain
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| So sing of joy and sing of pain
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| Orpheus, you are the king of sonic grace
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| Orpheus, you made the word a better place
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| You gave us glory in the way of ancient song
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| With every note we celebrate, it makes us strong
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| The joy and sadness, pride and pain that you evoke
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| The world will never be the same, we have awoke
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| So sing of sun and sing of rain
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| So sing of joy and sing of pain
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| Orpheus, you are the king of sonic grace
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| Orpheus, you made the word a better place
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| But now your love has been taken away
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| Your soul is stricken with grief and dismay
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| Can’t find a reason to get through the day
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| You have been given a gift from above
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| So take your hate and replace with love
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| You must keep fighting and never give up |