| We’ve taken care of everything
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| The words you read, the songs you sing
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| The pictures that give pleasure to your eye
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| It’s one for all, and all for one
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| We work together, common son
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| Never need to wonder how or why
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| We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
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| Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
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| We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
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| All the gifts of life are held within our walls
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| Look around at this world we’ve made
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| Equality, our stock in trade
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| Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
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| Oh what a nice, contented world
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| Let the banners be unfurled
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| Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand
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| We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
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| Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
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| We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
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| All the gifts of life are held within our walls
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| «…Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the
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| cave, I found it. |
| I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up,
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| holding it reverently in my hands. |
| I had no idea what it might be,
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| but it was beautiful…»
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| «…I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make
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| them sound differently. |
| As I struck the wires with my other hand,
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| I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! |
| How different it
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| could be from the music of the Temples! |
| I can’t wait to tell the priests about
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| it…»
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| What can this strange device be?
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| When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
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| It’s got wires that vibrate and give music
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| What can this thing be that I found?
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| See how it sings like a sad heart
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| And joyously screams out its pain
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| Sounds that build high like a mountain
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| Or notes that fall gently like rain
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| I can’t wait to share this new wonder
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| The people will all see its light
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| Let them all make their own music
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| The Priests praise my name on this night
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| «…In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of
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| grim, expressionless faces. |
| Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent
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| voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall…»
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| «…Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet
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| rejection! |
| Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. |
| I watched in shock and horror
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| as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet…»
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| I know it’s most unusual
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| To come before you so
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| But I’ve found an ancient miracle
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| I thought that you should know
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| Listen to my music
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| And hear what it can do
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| There’s something here as strong as life
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| I know that it will reach you
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| Yes, we know, it’s nothing new
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| It’s just a waste of time
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| We have no need for ancient ways
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| The world is doing fine
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| Another toy that helped destroy
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| The elder race of man
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| Forget about your silly whim
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| It doesn’t fit the plan, no
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| I can’t believe you’re saying
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| These things just can’t be true
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| Our world could use this beauty
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| Just think what we might do
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| Listen to my music
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| And hear what it can do
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| There’s something here that’s as strong as life
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| I know that it will reach you
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| Don’t annoy us further!
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| Oh, we have our work to do
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| Just think about the average
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| What use have they for you?
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| Another toy that helped destroy
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| The elder race of man
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| Forget about your silly whim
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| It doesn’t fit the plan!
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| «…I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me.
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| Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit
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| of the staircase…»
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| «…I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptures cities, and the pure
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| spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. |
| I was overwhelmed
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| by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life,
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| a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. |
| I saw now how
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| meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things…»
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| I wandered home though silent streets
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| And fell into a fitful sleep
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| Escape to realms beyond the night
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| Dream, can’t you show me the light?
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| I stand atop a spiral stair
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| An oracle confronts me there
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| He leads me on light years away
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| Through astral nights, galactic days
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| I see the works of gifted hands
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| That grace this strange and wondrous land
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| I see the hand of man arise
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| With hungry mind and open eyes |
| They left our planets long ago
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| The elder race still learn and grow
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| Their power grows with purpose strong
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| To claim the home where they belong
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| Home to tear the Temples down…
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| Home to change!
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| «…I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my
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| total despair. |
| I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now.
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| I can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no
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| other place to go. |
| My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world
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| of my dream, and know peace at last…»
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| The sleep is still in my eyes
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| The dream is still in my head
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| I heave a sigh and sadly smile
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| And lie awhile in bed
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| I wish that it might come to pass
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| Not fade like all my dreams
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| Just think of what my life might be
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| In a world like I have seen!
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| I don’t think I can carry on
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| Carry on this cold and empty life
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| Oh no!
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| My spirits are low in the depths of despair
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| My lifeblood… spills over
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| Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
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| Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
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| Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
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| We have assumed control
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| We have assumed control
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| We have assumed control |