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“The clocks will strike twelve
And a new day comes forth
And the skies will open
To heal hearts that are broken
And you come together,
Hand in hand,
Thinking you are separate
Like grains of sand
But when the music starts
You will play like a band.

The clocks will strike twelve
And a new day will come forth
And whispers of people
Will travel from South to North,
From North to South,
From East to West,
From West to East.
Old ways are laid to rest.

People dazzle,
There is a swirling chaos
And then the light comes forth,
Gushing through you.

We will not hold back for those who aren’t ready,
So be prepared, and stand steady.

We are with you on this path
We are with the ones who will last.

Thank you.”

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