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Brought to life |
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From innocence |
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A stranger in this world |
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A stranger to its ways |
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Through the night |
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A messenger |
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Flies upon the wind |
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For he knows what is at stake |
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And somewhere high |
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Beyond the sun |
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The ones who know |
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Wait in stillness for this one |
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At the gates |
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A solemn glance |
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Bids the page come in |
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As candles greet the night |
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Through the narrow halls |
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Of dark and weathered stone |
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Climb the winding stairs |
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Led by the full moon's light |
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But while the world |
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Sleeps below |
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Darker powers prepare |
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To charge by dawn's first glow |
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(Could it be...) |
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As told in ancient times |
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(Could it he...) |
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Searching for a sign |
