| Hail! |
| Son of kings make the ever-dying sign
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| cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE.
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| There am I waiting along the sand.
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| Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea.
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| Magus Perde, take your hand from off the chain.
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| Loose a wish to still, the rain, the storm about to BE.
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| Here am I (voyager into life).
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| Tough are the soles that tread the knife’s edge.
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| Break the circle, stretch the line, call upon the devil.
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| Bring the gods, the gods' own fire.
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| In the conflict revel.
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| The passengers upon the ferry crossing, waiting to be born,
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| renew the pledge of life’s long song rise to the reveille horn.
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| Animals queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore
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| breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door.
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| Man — son of man — buy the flame of ever-life
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| (yours to breathe and breath the pain of living): living BE!
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| Here am I! |
| Roll the stone away
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| from the dark into ever-day.
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| There was a rush along the Fulham Road
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| into the Ever-passion Play. |