Hastening paces while we soar,
As the ground is stilled with joy,
In his eyes I see greatness,
Running flamboyantly throughout times,
I know
As the ground is stilled with joy,
In his eyes I see greatness,
Running flamboyantly throughout times,
I know
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Translucent I utter,
A heart cluttered with doubts and agonies,
Hence he came to the senses,
In his eyes I see power,
Roams strongly with dignity
A heart cluttered with doubts and agonies,
Hence he came to the senses,
In his eyes I see power,
Roams strongly with dignity
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