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In which the way is mind and mind is way. |
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And off they went - both of them - |
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The charm of luck fell in his hand - |
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Or shall I say into his face...? |
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Or shall I say to you...? |
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This sudden moves his mind allowed - |
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Walked distance to his fading past |
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Left space for thoughts so mountain-high. |
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Left space for thoughts to you. |
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Where shall we fly my timeless pal? |
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So strong in harmony we stand. |
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The river |
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Styx or Hades cannot hurt the sparkling sprouts of the living days. |
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Shall find the rose's blooming hills |
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To pick the chosen one so bright |
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And water it in the endless wells |
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Of what I found so deep inside. |
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His steps stayed steady as he frowned uncertainty felt on his face |
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No one could see behind his mask. |
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No one could see behind. |
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Help me half dead ghoules for long |
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You've pierced me in my timeless days |
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I've payed you with my blood and pain |
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I demand: |
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Take me as one of yours. |
