| The triumph of the three
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| As it is, and because of what is, and what shall ever be
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| The four beneath the one
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| The quintessential animation
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| Spirits arise, to you there is no end
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| Time will progress with the beauty of what shall ever be
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| Absence provides water for this elemental spring
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| The toil and the reaping
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| A reminder of inherent beauty
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| Welcome respite amidst the weeping
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| An ushering in, a reminder of purpose
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| Of Will, of duty, of rejuvenation of promise
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| To answer the clarion call
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| As imagination creates existence
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| The builders professing to one and all
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| Far flung revisions, unsteady convictions, fall with me now
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| Uninitiated, we’ll fight the war from outside, follow me down
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| I’ll warn you but once, the answers aren’t there
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| And maybe this spirals en route to nowhere
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| And the compartments of the scheme are vast
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| But up is still down, and the last will be first
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| And fevered dreams are still illusions too
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| Imagination creates existence
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| The builders professing to one and all
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| This too shall pass
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| With you I’ll pass
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| This blessed past
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| Forever bending fast
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| To you there is no end
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| To us there is no end
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| To all there is no end
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| To end the time begins |