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If it were within, within our power beyond the reach of slavish pride, to no-longer harbour grievances behind the mask's opportunists facade, we could welcome responsibility like a long lost friend and re-establish laughter in the doll's house once again. For time has imprisoned us in the order of our years in the discipline of our ways and in the passing of momentary stillness You can see our chaos in motion our chaos in motion We can view our chaos in motion view our chaos in motion...(INSERT SAYS THE FOLLOWING LINES //SHOULD// END THIS SONG) ...and the subsequent collisions of fools well-versed in the subtle art of slavery.
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