Overseer Overture - Stereo Mix

"Well-meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise
 up from your gloom
 smiling.
 Give me your hate, and do as the loving heathen do."
 "Colours I've none, dark or light, red, white or blue.
 Cold is my touch--freezing.
 Summoned by name, I am the overseer over you.
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 Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere,
 fallen from grace, Called on
 to bring sun or rain, occasional corn
 from my oversight grew.
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 Fell with mine angels from a far better place,
 offering services for the saving of face.
 Now you're here, you may as well admire
 all whom living have retired
 from the benign reconciliation.
 Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights
 seen in the sky flashing--
 I just lit a fag, and then took my leave
 in the blink of an eye.
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 "Passionate Play, join 'round the maypole in dance,
 primitive rite (wrongly).
 Summoned by name,
 I am the overseer over you."
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