| And the children shall lead the angels at play
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| In the fields of slaves.
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| For man is the hunted, accused and forsaken and slain
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| By his own domain.
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| The diamond’s edge will cut the eyes of the paper mask
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| In paradise.
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| The fools of fortune paint their portraits
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| On carnal crimes and lonely lies.
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| The tides of war that crash within,
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| to break the heart and lash the skin,
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| A man awaits the child inside,
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| To end his bloody reign in time.
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| Love never dies — Love never denies,
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| Love never lies — Love desperately cries,
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| Unto the other side,
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| Unto the unborn child in your eyes.
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| Walk by faith and walk by sight,
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| You’re sanctified with blood and light,
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| In days of roses, nights sublime,
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| The prince of passion lives divine.
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| Love never dies — Love never denies,
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| Love never lies — Love desperately cries,
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| Unto the other side,
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| Unto the unborn child in your eyes. |