| One day, in the year of the fox 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 when the bell began to ring
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| It meant the time had come 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 and the day has just begun
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| One day in the year of the fox 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 when the bell began to sing
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| It meant the time had come for the one to go
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| To the temple of the king
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| There in the middle of the people he stands
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| Seeing, feeling
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| With just a wave of the strong right hand, 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 gonna see
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| There, in the middle of a 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 he stands
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| Giving, feeling
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| With just one touch of a strong right hand, they know
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| Of the temple and the king |