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Oh, the village of the hill<br />Sitting silently at will<br />Like some prophecy forgotten by an age<br />With no guns before its gate<br />The mysterious estate<br />Lies waiting for its history's dawning page<br />With the raging of the sea before its height<br />And the strength of those whom see beyond their sight<br /><br />Oh, the smithies anvil rings<br />And the symphony it sings<br />No voice nor poet's pen can put to tune<br />And electric lines of force<br />Ring around the humble lives<br />Of the souls that hear the master say the sooth<br />With the clouds that gather near disturb the night<br />Striking flashes of a difference, fleeing fright<br /><br />No slight of tongue nor hand<br />Can so boldly there withstand<br />When the spirit of it's truth shall speak the time<br />And no ignorance of life<br />Can be held within the sight<br />Of the buttresses of ageless binds of time<br />The communion of the forces take delight<br />With the fear that no tongues may read nor write<br />White Light<br /><br />Oh the village of the hill<br />Sitting silently and still<br />With the strength of ages past they're still at hand<br />Reckons not to look behind<br />But to look within and find<br />And to hear of those enlightened by the lamb<br />With the powers of the wind both fierce and light<br />And the waters of the storm went through the night
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Oh, the village of the hill<br />Sitting silently at will<br />Like some prophecy forgotten by an age<br />With no guns before its gate<br />The mysterious estate<br />Lies waiting for its history's dawning page<br />With the raging of the sea before its height<br />And the strength of those whom see beyond their sight<br /><br />Oh, the smithies anvil rings<br />And the symphony it sings<br />No voice nor poet's pen can put to tune<br />And electric lines of force<br />Ring around the humble lives<br />Of the souls that hear the master say the sooth<br />With the clouds that gather near disturb the night<br />Striking flashes of a difference, fleeing fright<br /><br />No slight of tongue nor hand<br />Can so boldly there withstand<br />When the spirit of it's truth shall speak the time<br />And no ignorance of life<br />Can be held within the sight<br />Of the buttresses of ageless binds of time<br />The communion of the forces take delight<br />With the fear that no tongues may read nor write<br />White Light<br /><br />Oh the village of the hill<br />Sitting silently and still<br />With the strength of ages past they're still at hand<br />Reckons not to look behind<br />But to look within and find<br />And to hear of those enlightened by the lamb<br />With the powers of the wind both fierce and light<br />And the waters of the storm went through the night
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