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See history fade, it's crystal clear Aurora what you doing here Buttering the mouths of theives Shutter speed your bleeding leaves In gardens in the orient Liklihood is good and spent Herod nods beneath the palms Holds poor baby in his arms Tunis and Sardinia The oceans growing hungrier Beneath these walls we'll sleep tonight Beneath this sky we'll glide so bright And kings will come, years will pass Stars burn cold beneath the glass And days will glow in distant time In this storied haze the zephyrs graze In deserts where the dust storm blows And lush black swamps where mandrake grows We're marching laughing to the drum Waiting for those kings to come And kings will come and years will pass Stars burn cold beneath the glass And days will blow in distant time In this storied haze the zephyrs graze An infant with the voice of a crone In Nebuchanezzars parking zone Calls out my lord your end is nigh I didn't mean to make you cry In deserts where the dust storm blows And lush black swamps where mandrake grows We're marching laughing to the drum Waiting for those kings to come The circus sun in Nero eyes The lions and the christians rise Software sings and hardware hears We're destined babe to live these years
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