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I will be your history I'll be the blame Like the sacred mysteries They're all the same Dark [?] That throw their fragrance round Roots that clutch [?] through the dust Below the ground Silver moon is turning Now I feel the glow Lift your bellies high My solar on the rise [x2] See a miracle But my baby don't believe If that gift is a given You better not receive There's a hymn within Singing all the end Lift your bellies high My solar on the rise [x6] From Letras Mania