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Countless seemed to be the days |
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Until his return |
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Ceaseless semmed to be his way |
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But still the thousand fires burn |
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So he beheld one day |
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His long - desired journeys end |
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Still the singing called him to stay |
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Oh, it was the place where it all began |
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Strange eyes looked up |
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As he stepped into the light |
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All friends were gone ( he`s still alone ) |
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Betrayed by the course of time ( He`s lost in time ) "From afar I come - in place ans in time I saw the strongholds of the old ones Once I sat here by a fire My heart in flames but now they`re waned and gone" |
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Calm spread out it`s wings and his hoar voice |
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Pierced the night and the light inside of them |
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Deep were his words, the songs to sang |
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And long his story to tell |
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But each a word would be carved deep in their minds |
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Now the alst words are said |
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And slowly dawns a new day |
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The guise of the wise fades away |
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Aye, they should remind the words |
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And the things they saw |
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As a stranger sang for them his lays from afar |
