| I looked up from my book, I thought
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| I am a Cathedral in the shadows of Steven
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| I am a Cathedral in the night
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| I searched a piece of glass
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| I saw, the eyes of an eagle throwing brightness so even
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| The eyes of an eagle glowing bright
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| And will you share
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| Your crust of bread with me
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| And will you dare
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| To trust your head and see
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| I am balanced well, you see
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| I am a Cathedral locked in stain glass windows
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| I am a Cathedral dimly lit
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| And hemmed in solitude, and yet
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| I see a shangri-la
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| Whenever the mountain wind blows
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| I see shangri-la and I touch it
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| And will you share
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| Your crust of bread with me
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| And will you dare
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| To trust your head and see
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| I looked up from my book, I thought
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| I am a Cathedral in the shadows of Steven
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| I am a Cathedral in the night
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| I am a Cathedral in the night
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| I am a Cathedral in the night |