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It seems our dreams cannot be real
When we cant trust the way we feel.
For 36 years,
It now appears,
The dream became a fear.
The seraphims song is wrong again
When we hate the hearts of man
Then a haunted hymn of hopeless dispare
Sounds like songs of the soul to our unclear ear.
When we cant trust the way we feel.
For 36 years,
It now appears,
The dream became a fear.
The seraphims song is wrong again
When we hate the hearts of man
Then a haunted hymn of hopeless dispare
Sounds like songs of the soul to our unclear ear.
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