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The Weight Of A Soul Must Be Feather Light !
Ah , The Foibles Of Humanity ,
In This World Of Mortality ;
The Yoke Until One Sees The Joke
And Laughs Until Chains Drop Free ;
A Magic Theater In One's Mind
Hoodwinked And Under The Blind
Bound Yet Not Bound , This Be The Way
Do You Hear Pan's Flute In This Passion Play ?
Come Now Let Us Dance And Let Us Prance
Enjoy The Love The Lust And The Romance ,
And Celebrate Until With The Kiss Of Death
We Breath What Seems To Be Our Last Breath
Until We Cross That Great Bridge Of Sighs
And Then Reach The Realms Of The Otherside !
In This World Of Mortality ;
The Yoke Until One Sees The Joke
And Laughs Until Chains Drop Free ;
A Magic Theater In One's Mind
Hoodwinked And Under The Blind
Bound Yet Not Bound , This Be The Way
Do You Hear Pan's Flute In This Passion Play ?
Come Now Let Us Dance And Let Us Prance
Enjoy The Love The Lust And The Romance ,
And Celebrate Until With The Kiss Of Death
We Breath What Seems To Be Our Last Breath
Until We Cross That Great Bridge Of Sighs
And Then Reach The Realms Of The Otherside !
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