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Down in this valley, lost and obscure |
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Rivers are peaceful and shallow |
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I came this way on a sunny, bright day |
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Confounded by traces |
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I followed |
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Did they return or never die |
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Were they not touched by the years that went by |
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Once broken eyes with this mighty disguise |
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See what all wicked survived |
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Hide in the sunset - |
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Silva Mea |
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Screams in the night - lost ancient light |
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One with this forest - |
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Silva Mea |
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The candle of time |
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I blew out, this is mine |
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Farther and farther within this woods |
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Bloom the most beautiful flowers |
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Steps make no sound on this velvety ground |
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Where life's not depending on hours |
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Onward they fly, cross clearest skies |
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Power and beauty of wild, pounding life |
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Eternally free, towards paradise flee |
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Escaping from mortal men's eyes |
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And when the light of eternity falls |
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Bright eyes will blink from the shadows |
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Safe in the arms of this magical warmth |
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Tranquillity roams through the meadows |
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Out of the haze there stands amazed |
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By sparkling and glistening shimmer embraced |
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The overwhelmed son with the wisdom to come |
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To tell where the children have gone |
