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Offering up your gold coin
For a miracle to happen
Societies bid you join
Their parade so lost, misshapen
But it’s all a dance
Trickery of structured light
Not some better circumstance
No miracles here tonight

Hear the fevered preacher sing
Songs of subtle faith and need
Through what belief can he now bring
His angels out of pure greed?
Miracles not here for sale
Or you can’t afford the price
How can any good prevail
From this devil’s pure device?

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