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Strange dark place, trees around me, |
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Heavy stones on the ground, |
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I looked at the fatal Moon |
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While the wind whispered sad words |
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Victim of a waking dream |
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I stayed in the darkness |
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While the wood buried its secrets |
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I lost my mind, blind spirits were my guide |
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I was searching my Soul, my story, my end |
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I saw my body fading as I read |
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My name on a grave |
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And now my shadow |
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Is a stone |
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Leaving this Time, |
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Empty body without a face, |
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I'm the messenger with broken wings, |
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With bleeding hands |
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I'm dying to revive, |
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Tomorrow will be a new Dawn, |
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A wandering Soul shall devour your sin, |
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I'll walk amid the trees |
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And my petrified eyes |
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Shall be the mirror of these Nights |
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Running man in the Timeless land, |
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A flash of lightning in this cold, silent, endless Night |
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My shape began to change, |
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Memories of this last horizon, |
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A new dawn over the hill, |
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My fragile life dissolved in the wind and now I know, |
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Like a sensation, |
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Like a Vision dying in the morning |
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I'm leaving this Time... |
