| Who moved the black castle
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| Who moved the white queen
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| When Gimme and Daleth were standing between?
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| Out of the evening growing a veil
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| Pining for the pine woods that ached for the sail
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| There’s something forgotten I want you to know
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| The freckles of rain they are telling me so
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| Oh, it’s the old forgotten question
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| What is it that we are part of?
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| And what is it that we are?
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| And an elephant madness has covered the sun
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| The judge and the juries they play for the fun
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| They’ve torn up the roses and washed all the soap
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| And the martyr who marries them dares not elope
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| Oh, it’s the never realized question
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| What is it that we are part of?
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| And what is it that we are?
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| Oh long, oh long ever yet my eyes
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| Braved the gates enormous fire
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| And the body folded 'round me
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| And the person in me grew
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| The flower and its petal
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| The root and its grasp
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| The earth and its bigness
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| The breath and its gasp
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| The mind and its motion
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| The foot and its move
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| The life and its pattern
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| The heart and its love
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| Oh, it’s the half-remarkable question
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| What is it that we are part of?
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| And what is it that we are? |