A priest who doesn't want to chant
A spider denying its web to spin
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"Does she think of me? "
All the poetry he needs
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Before death I 'm standing brave
but the mirror tells no lies
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She speaks with purple words
a violet melody paints her voice
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Sunrise to sunset
he's talking on his cell phone
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Out of chaos order comes
darkness gives birth to light
in good intentions, evil deeds hide
and as we sing and dance
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A big 'thank you'
to all you kind people
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Having
circuit nightmares
and data dreams
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