| Searching the hills afar, unbroken grounds.
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| Tasting the scent of vine, tongue’s lullaby.
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| He ascended from earth’s dark embrace,
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| Sulphuric spawn.
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| So he blended into man’s mundane ways
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| And decided to wait.
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| Why do they say that despite all the laughter
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| Every man feels some sadness inside.
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| Don’t know if it’s true but I’m bound to believe it,
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| Taking their children into summer’s night.
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| He took them all
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| His hungry soul
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| Their spirit’s innocence.
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| Obedience
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| The piper’s hands
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| Play melodies divine.
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| Maybe it’s time for my soul’s own salvation
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| Even the haunted feel sadness inside
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| Don’t know if it’s true but I’m bound to receive it Thus this pretension is unspoken right. |