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Deep within the womb of time, a creature thus be born The seed of life is united with the egg of tyranny Gestates forth from within the womb of life for three-quarter and nigh a year The creature thus be born! The creature thus be formed! And every year raineth down the celebratory tears A celebration of the yearsfrom mere mortal sky And ye of years 32 bells will chime! When the heavens open up and drink from the silver cup The creature thus be born! And blow the magic horn!