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Once there was a boy |
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Back in time of the heathens |
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Day after day he just kept dreaming |
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Things that would make him weaker |
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His father could not make him see |
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That there is more than dreams |
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But he wouldn't listen to the words of his father |
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'Cause he's a little dreamer |
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Along his quest for solitude |
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A wise man came and told him to follow the stars |
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He ran to the forest |
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With whirlwinds by his side |
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He's lost in this world of lies |
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Take him back where rivers flow upwards |
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He is the one who lives |
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Under a moonless sky |
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Looking for time |
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Take him back where stars are shining bright |
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He ran to the forest |
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With whirlwinds by his side |
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He's lost in this world of lies |
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Take him back where rivers flow upwards |
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He is the one who lives |
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Under a moonless sky |
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Far in the lands of ice top mountains |
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Far on the other side |
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Pictures are appearing |
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So serenely into my mind |
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Far in the lands of meadows of fire |
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Deep in forgotten life |
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Memories are drifting away |
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So silently from light |
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Along his path of misery |
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A wise man came and told him to follow the stars |
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He ran to the forest |
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With whirlwinds by his side |
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He's lost in this world of lies |
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Take him back where rivers flow upwards |
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He is the one who lives |
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Under a moonless sky |
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Looking for time |
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Take him back where stars are shining bright |
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Oh, little dreamer |
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Oh, little dreamer |