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Like water flows down the stream
we all harbour some kind of dream

To grant such desire
kindles my fire...

Life is pain, cradled by sorrow
why suffer today and tomorrow?

Call my name while standing on a pyre,
sure it hurts by I am not a liar:

Marduk was I called on the day of creation
I witnessed the world and its very foundation.

Grant me yourself and your word
and all your desires will be heard.

Sure is pricy but so is success,
why settling for anything less?

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