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I actually found what I am singing:
Freude, schöner Götterfunken
Tochter aus Elysium
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum.
Deine Zauber binden wieder,
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.
I think it's a prayer or something.
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I couldn't possibly know what I'm talking about, I'm completely, absolutely and definitively out of my fucking mind.
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