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Dark night, there is no
In the realm of the black man
Soul's flight into the blight
Of the magic land

Poor man, whose spirits are
the ones who will reign
You're struggles are in

Blind man, you're suckin' your own
Soon black dying
better start crying

Blind man, you're suckin' own blood
Soon black dying
You better start

Throw out your desire
The dark kingdom is
out of mire

Throw out your desire
The dark kingdom is
Made out of

on for the kingdom of light
There is no darkness, there is no