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The one who plucks the trembling strings within my soul
The one who makes me want to sing, who makes me whole
This precious gift you gave to me, a gift of love
The only thing that sets me free to rise above

So sing of sun and sing of rain
So sing of joy and sing of pain

Orpheus, you are the king of sonic grace
Orpheus, you made the word a better place

You gave us glory in the way of ancient song
With every note we celebrate, it makes us strong
The joy and sadness, pride and pain that you evoke
The world will never be the same, we have awoke

So sing of sun and sing of rain
So sing of joy and sing of pain

Orpheus, you are the king of sonic grace
Orpheus, you made the word a better place

But now your love has been taken away
Your soul is stricken with grief and dismay
Can't find a reason to get through the day
You have been given a gift from above
So take your hate and replace with love
You must keep fighting and never give up

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