| Behold a bed of golden sand
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| Upon it lies a sea of empty shells
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| The dream of life on earth dissolving fast
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| Like a world painted in aquarelles
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| Yet in this a time there’s no room for despair, for
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| There’s more to this than what meets the eye
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| Dispute no more over right and wrong, for
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| The song of hope is but a single cry
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| A prayer for the right to be loved
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| Despite all our prior sins
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| No one shall cast a stone now, for
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| If the song is dead, nobody wins
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| «Who is this?»
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| You call me Gabriel
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| I’m a rider on a white horse
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| The tide is rising now
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| Make haste and set your course
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| Don’t wait for the break of dawn, for
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| The sun isn’t gonna rise today, but
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| Don’t worry, all is well
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| In its place the moon will light the way
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| And from the morrow till the end of time
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| Both the sun and moon alike will reign
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| It is by the hand of man, not the will of God
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| That any lamb was ever slain
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| But for the love of life and a life of love
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| Let there be no blood shed tonight
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| The only way to win this coming trial
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| Is to yield your arms, and put up no fight |