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Filling this world with a gloomy gaze |
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While living in an absorbing haze |
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A deep grey lake is all they see |
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Focussed on what will come and what will be |
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What will be shall come at last |
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And knowing what will come has already passed |
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Thinking and thinking, it's going to deep |
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The borders are gone now, even in his sleep |
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Where is the beginning, where is the end? |
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What will you go through, where do you stand? |
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A sorcerer, a beggar |
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A king or a knight |
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The emperor of a world |
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The world of his mind |
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Intelligence that crossed the lines of his stare |
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Enchanted by the pearls at the bottom of the lake |
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It catches a glimpse in this world of fake |
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And takes along a piece of a mystery |
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That is there, an isolated soul, dreaming or awake |
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Or one that is open, insane or full of care |
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This is the beginning, the beginning of the end |
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What will you go through, there where you stand |
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A sorcerer, a beggar |
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A king or a knight |
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The emperor of the world |
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The world of mankind |