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