If it were within our power,
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Beyond the reach of slavish pride.
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To no longer harbour grievances,
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Behind the mask's opportunists facade.
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We could welcome the responsibilty
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Like a long lost friend,
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And re-establish the kingdom of laughter
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In the dolls house once again.
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For time has imprisoned us
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In the order of our years,
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In the discipline of our ways
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And in the passing of momentary stillness
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We can view our chaos in motion
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And the subsequent collisions of fools
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Well versed in the subtle art of slavery.
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In The Kingdom Of The Blind The One-Eyed Are Kings
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| Dead Can Dance |
