| Now is the time to change our story’s tone
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| Past friends are gone, their story has been told
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| We enter now a different time
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| 200 years have passed of moments quite sublime
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| Our story takes flight into a magic realm
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| History not written but told
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| Told to our children
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| Told to our wives
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| Told at the fireside
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| All spoken of with pride
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| Sons follow their fathers their sons follow on
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| The relic quite forgotten life just carry’s on
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| He village lives its life unaware
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| Of visitors arriving in the night
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| They reveal themselves in the shape of men
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| Though ethereal, translucent, not real, not right
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| They greet us and say they have a story to tell
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| A change in your lives will come
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| Someone is coming to tell you a tale
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| Of history that took place before you were born
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| Forget all you’ve been told that’s all in the past
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| These people will tell you the real truth
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| The rest is just a myth
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| A group arrives, not what they expect
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| A woman riding on an ass dressed up in shabby clothes
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| Her name is Sarah they are told
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| A child from a story yet to unfold
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| The story she talks of is story that goes back in time
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| She says she’s descended from God |