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Engaged in dreams. |
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But the vision is more then it seems. |
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Beyond this waste, lies warm gardens that shines in their grace. - |
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Take me there! |
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I'm so tired and broken. |
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Over the oceans of dust beyond the memory-shores. - |
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Give me a journey, an endless one. |
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Beyond the mirror lake, and all of its horrors |
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And so he slept through this dream as a weeping child, seeking an passage to this promised land |
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And so in the distance, he saw a cooping, and then a wall, all covered with ivy. - |
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This is it! |
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I have arrived. |
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Beyond this wall lies beauty for miles. |
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In the wall was a door almost in gold. |
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Thou he struggled with all his strength, the door were locked. - |
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Why is this? |
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This cannot be. |
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The door is locked |
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I have no key... |
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So came a voice whispering... |
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The voice came screaming... - |
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ZAKARION! ... |
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Whispering the voice came screaming... |
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ZAKARION! |
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Zakarion the dreamer's town, in which he found the key. |
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The bolt to the secret door, a drug to make him see... ... |
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Far beyond this waste, so he travelled forth. |
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Undid the gate and gazed into what he thought was... ... |
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Warm gardens that shined in their grace, was now nothing, just emptiness and space. |
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A thick silence and a smoothing embrace as he stared into |
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Chtus face... |
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His soul was drained. |
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His mind was gone. |