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A stranger once whispered: |
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A fallen angel is someone not aware of his authentic identity |
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Because the fall occured nowhere except on the inner plains |
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And the broken wing was nothing but the bleeding memory |
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The creators of the prophecies |
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Have seen pages yet unturned |
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From a book that can not be read |
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Or expressed from mouths of scorn |
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Observing the divine marriage |
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Between the solid soil and the ether |
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Step on the lightnings and ascend |
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On the topmost step of the earth |
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Stepping on the belt that surrounds the sphere |
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Endless are the joys of the infinite quest |
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For the timeless explorer |
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And the child that lurks inside |
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On the topmost step of the earth |
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Solo: Chris |
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Stepping on the belt that surrounds the sphere |
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A billion toys to play, countless more to invent |
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In the mental playground, around its solid tree |
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The creators of the prophecies |
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Have seen pages yet unturned |
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From a book that can not be read |
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Or expressed from mouths of scorn |
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On the topmost step of the earth |
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On the topmost step of the earth... |
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Stepping on the belt that surrounds the sphere |
