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 Four hundred miles in the snow; and we're still not there
 One thousand scars in my soul; and I still don't care
 Four million prayers must be told; for my mind to bare
 One hundred knives in my back, and you still don't dare
 Four thousand days in the sun, and we still don't burn
 One million times we will die, and the world still turns.
 Every fear is an eye to the soulEvery scar is a part of the wholeThere's no truth to set you free.
 Four hundred nights, in the dark, and we still don't see
 One thousand lives, must be lived; for our eyes to meet
 Four million men, are conceived, for one king to be
 One hundred times, I am slain, for my life to size
 Four thousand loves will be lost, for the soul to learn
 One million stars must be lit, for the world to burn.