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Break through the walls. Bind up the broken. Bring back the lonely, lost and forsaken...lead home, past field and fountain, moor and mountain, those who seek but have wandered so far.
we are peasents who pretend to be kings, we are kings who forgot who we are...oh Star of David. Royal beauty. Promise of Ransom. Herald of Hope. Restore your throne. Call us home.

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