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Promenade--------- |
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Lead me from tortured dreams |
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Childhood themes of nights alone, |
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Wipe away endless years,childhood tears as dry as stone. |
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From seeds of confusion,illusions darks blossoms have grown. |
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Even now in furrows of sorrowthe dance still is sung. |
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My life's course is guideddecided by limits drawnon charts of my past daysand pathways since |
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I was born. |
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The Sage-------- |
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I carry the dust of a journeythat cannot be shaken away |
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It lives deep within me |
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For I breathe it every day. |
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You and I are yesterday's answers; |
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The earth of the past came to flesh, |
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Eroded by |
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Time's rivers |
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To the shapes we now possess. |
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Come share of my breath and my substance,and mingle our stream and our times. |
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In bright, infinite moments, |
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Our reasons are lost in our rhymes. |
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The Curse of |
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Bab Yaga--------------------- |
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Doubles faces dark defense |
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Talk too loud but talk no sense |
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Yeah I see those smiling eyes |
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Butter us up with smiling lies |
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Talk to creatures raise the dead |
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Fate you know sure got fed |
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Trained apart from houses of stone |
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Hour of horses pick the bone |
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The Great |
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Gates of Kiev----------------------- |
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Come forth, from love spire |
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Born in life's fire,born in life's fire. |
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Come forth, from love's spire |
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In the burning, all are (of our) yearning,for life to be. |
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And the pain will (must) be gain,new life! |
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Stirring in, salty streamsand dark hidden seamswhere the fossil sun gleams. |
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They were, sent from (to) the gates |
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Ride the tides of fate,ride the tides of fate. |
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They were, sent from (to) the gates |
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In the burning all are (of our) yearning, |
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For life to be. |
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There's no end to my life,no beginning to my death |
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Death is life. |
