| Clean up the saints and wipe the blossoms
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| Stage a coup in Evangelion
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| Virginity!
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| Clay of my mouth, arise!
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| Hold seven solar systems in my hand
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| Kiss them and lick them with my little tongue
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| God of love, you granted me a swarm of bees
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| God of love, you took the Kaaba through the gash
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| Swan on the surface, arise!
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| Weeping little cosmos, announce!
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| Call of the lambs on the rise
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| Soft little hand, let go
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| Child in a cape, take charge
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| Eyes of the wooly lamb, well up
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| Bray at the nebula of Christ
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| Hold my teeming hand |