| Humanity grew weary
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| Of it’s doubtful state of mind
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| So it summoned from far and called from near
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| All the wise men thought to be sincere
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| To heal it’s wounds and make it whole
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| And the lead the way back to the soul
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| The charlatans they stayed behind
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| To count their bags of gold
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| And some stayed away as if to say
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| I know that my way’s the only way
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| Afraid to learn they may be wrong
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| They preach their nothingness at home
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| But the wise men came together with the hope to free man kind
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| Of the rubbish that had gathered in god’s name
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| To embrace and trust each other in the search for the supreme
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| And they found that all their teachings were the same
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| And when at last the word went round
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| That all were one and all
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| Many returned to seek the light
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| Nobody claimed that he was right
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| It’s sad to know it’s just a song
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| To dream and hope still can’t be wrong |