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What is the kingdom I mean, |
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Where the width never end. |
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Splendid and mighty |
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We all would be imposed. |
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Bewitch me with your touch, |
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And your colored tenderness, |
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Feel the wind and carry me away. |
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Is there a difference, |
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Between a singer and his song. |
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Or is there a difference, |
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Between a dancer and his dance. |
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Or is that only one, |
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Like the nature and kingdom of light? |
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Wavelength where the music ever sounds, |
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Without a masquerade |
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And heal all my wounds. |
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I know or feel it or I see, |
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The moment has come, |
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Where my heart's getting free. |
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Fairyland... |
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Everybody has a name, |
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That proves your existance, |
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But noone here has ever called any name. |
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And I allow my knowledge |
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To haze around me, |
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Give them names, |
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Take notice of them. |
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That's my first threshold, |
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And the rest I leave behind. |
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In acknowledgement, |
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Absoluteness you can find. |
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The way through the first gate, |
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Is to give names for the nameless lights. |
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Wavelength where the music ever sounds, |
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Without a masquerade |
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And heal all my wounds. |
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I know or feel it or I see, |
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The moment has come, |
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Where my heart's getting free. |
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I have the key to the fairyland, |
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On the threshold I stay, |
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Where the wilderness never ends, |
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But the heaven without firework, |
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And without peal of the bells, |
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Which calls me |
