| One day in the year of the fox
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| Came a time remembered well
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| When the strong young man of the rising sun
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| Heard the tolling of the great black bell
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| One day in the year of the fox
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| When the bell began to ring
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| It meant the time had come
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| For one to go
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| To the temple of the king
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| There in the middle of the circle he stands
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| Searching, seeking
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| With just one touch of his trembling hand
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| The answer will be found
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| Daylight waits while the old man sings
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| Heaven help me
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| And then like the rush of a thousand wings
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| It shines upon the one
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| And the day had just begun
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| One day in the year of the fox
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| Came a time remembered well
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| When the strong young man of the rising sun
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| Heard the tolling of the great black bell
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| One day in the year of the fox
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| When the bell began to sing
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| It meant the time had cometh
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| For one to go
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| To the temple of the king
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| There in the middle of the people
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| He stands
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| Seeing, feeling
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| With just a wave of a strong right hand
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| He's gone
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| To the temple of the king
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| Far from the circle at the edge of the world
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| He's hoping, wondering
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| Thinking back from the stories he's heard
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| Of what he's going to see
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| There in middle of the circle it lies
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| Heaven help me
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| Then all could see by the shine in his eyes
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| The answer had been found
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| Back with the people in the circle
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| He stands
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| Giving, feeling
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| With just one touch of a strong right hand
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| They know
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| Of the temple and the king |