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A crowd gathers above the pit A flower drops Those that gather there mourn And the priest gathers over the pit He collects them over the pit The separator of God and Man and Self gathers them over the pit: To sing a song to a separated God; To sing a song to an unholy God; To sing a song to an inhuman God; And for the singing he says: "To lose a young life in these trying times Is truly not an unheard of thing Ah, but the false truth and holy lie of a dead God Will surely take out some of the sting So please all, all of us Let us take up our hymn books and sing Rejoice the freedom of my young Christian soul Taken under God's holy wing Rejoice."

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