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| PILATE I dreamed I met a Galilean A most amazing man He had that look you very rarely find That haunting hunted kind I asked him to say what had happened How it all began I asked again - He never said a word As if he hadn't heard And next the room was full of wild and angry men They seemed to hate this man - They fell on him and then They disappeared again Then I saw thousands of millions Crying for this man And then I heard them mentioning my name And leaving me the blame |
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