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Faeried soul and blighted days
Sorrow, suffering, joy, and pain
Things seem hard and things seem strange
Where is peace and where is power?
Growing ever worse it seems
In a world of steel and glass
With no sign of nature fair
Seek the way to align the soul
Power flowing through our veins
Reaching up and reaching down
The power comes from all around
In the centre here I stand
Faeried soul and God's own hand

— The End —