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Kindred Soul
To gain wisdom from the other side
I place my ear to the kingdoms door
Only I hear the voice of knowledge
Speaking the word kyrie over and over
I found the courage of kindred soul
Held deep inside the knit of a knapsack
Which carried the keepsakes of everyone
That have came this way before
As I looked through the keyhole
The knell began to ring
All I could see was Angels with wings
Dancing in a kaleidoscope of colors
As those who were in mourning
Held each other as they cried
I place my ear to the kingdoms door
Only I hear the voice of knowledge
Speaking the word kyrie over and over
I found the courage of kindred soul
Held deep inside the knit of a knapsack
Which carried the keepsakes of everyone
That have came this way before
As I looked through the keyhole
The knell began to ring
All I could see was Angels with wings
Dancing in a kaleidoscope of colors
As those who were in mourning
Held each other as they cried
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