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Last night in my dreams... echoing in what seems |
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The chambers of the sacred- |
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Whispers that put me to sleep |
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Twilight harvesting. Priests of navigation |
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Persistent themes in incessant change. |
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The future's despair entangled |
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In ancient past's long reign |
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Lost is what we'll never know... |
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Grasp intellect of lost worlds |
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The inquires of their unwanted |
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The theories of their most maddened |
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The shadows of their darkest rooms- |
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Exposed in this release from reality |
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Behold the oldest gods... and basking the glow |
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And lying in the wake the scenery unfolds |
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A mind marked by abstraction |
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Harmony in the chaotic breath |
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All times wind carried away my tonal |
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Pictures that thought paints- |
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What I can't shut out |
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That would go ill with sleep |
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Steals silence from the night |
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Dreaming becomes an art |
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Opium for my soul. |
