| Ne aveas Mortem
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| Non dat is pacem
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| In enim morte
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| sciemus morsus
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| quos reliquimus
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| He offers no Peace
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| For even in Death
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| We will know the pains
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| We have left behind*
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| Just as he came
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| So he shall go
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| In woe, in pain, in poverty
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| Have you ever felt this way before?
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| Can you feel the power surging through your soul?
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| And once it’s over, you’ll want more
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| Can’t you see it’s what the earth is for-
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| Can you hear the sound of hunger rise?
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| We could bring an end to all those mournful, helpless cries…
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| Take then good heed
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| Heed To your end
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| For as I say
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| So it shall be
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| We, the paragons of creation
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| We, the arbiters of change
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| Was this not the dream we shared
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| When we were young and unafraid?
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| But you saw her there,
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| Gentle eyes, tempting stare;
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| And still you’re bound by her
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| No, no, not bound but held
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| And you needn’t think this way
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| We, were but children you and I
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| We, thought, as only children think,
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| This world was ours to conquer,
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| And its blood was ours to drink
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| How far you have wandered,
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| How deep lie your pains.
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| Bask in this eternal summer
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| Revel in Morning’s glow
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| Join me on silted shores once more
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| How long have I labored
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| How deep lie the crusted jewels of my innocence |