| God is alive, magic is afoot
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| God is alive, magic is afoot
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| God is alive, magic is afoot
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| God is afoot, magic is alive
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| Alive is afoot, magic never died
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| God never sickened
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| Many poor men lied
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| Many sick men lied
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| Magic never weakened
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| Magic never hid
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| Magic always ruled
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| God is afoot, God never died
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| God was ruler
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| Though his funeral lengthened
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| Though his mourners thickened
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| Magic never fled
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| Though his shrouds were hoisted
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| The naked God did live
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| Though his words were twisted
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| The naked magic thrived
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| Though his death was published
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| Round and round the world
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| The heart did not believe
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| Many hurt men wondered
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| Many struck men bled
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| Magic never faltered
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| Magic always lead
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| Many stones were rolled
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| But God would not lie down
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| Many wild men lied
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| Many fat men listened
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| Though they offered stones
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| Magic still was fed
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| Though they locked their coffers
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| God was always served
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| Magic is afoot, God is alive
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| Alive is afoot
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| Alive is in command
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| Many weak men hungered
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| Many strong men thrived
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| Though they boast of solitude
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| God was at their side
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| Nor the dreamer in his cell
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| Nor the captain on the hill
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| Magic is alive
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| Though his death was pardoned
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| Round and round the world
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| The heart would not believe
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| Though laws were carved in marble
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| They could not shelter men
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| Though altars built in parliaments
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| They could not order men
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| Police arrested magic and magic went with them
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| Mmmmm… for magic loves the hungry
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| But magic would not tarry
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| It moves from arm to arm
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| It would not stay with them
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| Magic is afoot
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| It cannot come to harm
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| It rests in an empty palm
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| It spawns in an empty mind
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| But magic is no instrument
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| Magic is the end
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| Many men drove magic
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| But magic stayed behind
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| Many strong men lied
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| They only passed through magic
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| And out the other side
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| Many weak men lied
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| They came to God in secret
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| And though they left Him nourished
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| They would not tell who healed
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| Though mountains danced before them
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| They said that God was dead
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| Though his shrouds were hoisted
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| The naked God did live
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| This I mean to whisper to my mind
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| This I mean to laugh within my mind
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| This I mean my mind to serve
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| Til' service is but magic
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| Moving through the world
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| And mind itself is magic
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| Coursing through the flesh
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| And flesh itself is magic
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| Dancing on a clock
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| And time itself
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| The magic length of God |