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Your soul leaved the body |
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And searched for his definition |
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Walked along a endless passage to open the gate |
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Behind the door you saw a light which magical attracted |
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In glaring shine stood a throne out of stone to carved |
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There sat a shape of darkness to stretched the hands against |
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And says: |
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"Take my hand |
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To my land |
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I show you the way |
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Take my hand |
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In your thought |
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Now you are free" |
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It's the way behind the light |
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Waiting for another life |
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It's the way behind the light |
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Circulation of mankind |
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Walked along a endless passage to open the gate |
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Behind the door you saw a light which magical attracted |
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In glaring shine stood a throne out of stone to carved |
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There sat a shape of darkness to stretched the hands against |
