Sample the free love at the open table
He said it, you said it, we said it together
No one person is out of innocence
All the broken people weep
Golden tears
Golden years
A golden age of openness
To all those in question of sanity
New life will form
We eat from the trough of rationed delight
What the previous age left for us was just scraps
We make a kingdom out of scraps
Pan's labyrinth
We do what we do until we are dead
When the magic runs out
The broken people weep
Golden years
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