| The legends worded in the ancient tribal hymn
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| Lie cradled in the seagull’s call
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| And all the promises they made
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| Are ground beneath the sadist’s fall
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| The poet and the wise man stand
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| Behind the gun, behind the gun
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| And signal for the crack of dawn
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| Light the sun, light the sun
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| Do you believe in the day?
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| Do you believe in the day?
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| The Dawn Creation of the Kings
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| Has begun, has begun
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| Soft Venus, lonely maiden brings
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| The ageless one, the ageless one
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| Do you believe in the day?
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| Do you believe in the day?
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| The fading hero has returned
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| To the night, to the night
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| And fully pregnant with the day
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| Wise men endorse the poet’s sight
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| Do you believe in the day?
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| Do you believe in the day? |