We've taken care of everything
The words you read, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It's one for all, all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why
We are the priests
Of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers
Fill the hallowed halls
All the gifts of life
Are held within our walls
Rush, The Temples of Syrinx, 1976
i am listening right now:)
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