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O, the world's the stage they say
upon which mortals strut and play
until the final hour of day
until the curtain calls
O, to sing with all my heart
caress you with my soul, my art
embrace you as my counterpart
until you turn away
O, the all-consuming fire
licking, lapping like desire
exalting, rising even higher
until the wind blows in
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O, the circle, O the cycle
ô la vie, an ode to the
O water of life
Please carry me
To the scores of silent alchemists
who wreak their joy in darkness and the light
bringing magic to life
we bow most humbly
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