| When they turn the pages of history
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| When these days have passed long ago
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| Will they read of us with sadness
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| For the seeds that we let grow?
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| We turned our gaze from the castles in the distance
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| Eyes cast down on the path of least resistance
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| Cities full of hatred, fear and lies
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| Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes
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| Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise
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| Beating down the multitude and scoffing at the wise
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| The hypocrites are slandering the sacred halls of Truth
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| Ancient nobles showering their bitterness on youth
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| Can’t we find the minds that made us strong?
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| Can’t we learn to feel what’s right and what’s wrong?
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| What’s wrong?
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| Cities full of hatred, fear and lies
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| Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes
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| Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise
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| Beating down the multitude and scoffing at the wise
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| Can’t we raise our eyes and make a start?
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| Can’t we find the minds to lead us closer to the Heart? |