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Gathering the treasures of fields, forbidden fruit |
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With a tangible visions inside |
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Consuming the dreamscapes |
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Burst trough your fragile shields |
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Take you for a ride |
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We came to the woods, to a latent feast |
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Dancing on moss-grown soil |
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Hiding away from the rational world |
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Dancing on moss grown-soil |
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The odour of harvest time |
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The immense sky turns grey |
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The sun softly shines |
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Until it slumbers away |
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One with land's decay |
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We came to the woods, to a latent feast |
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Dancing on moss green-soil |
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Hiding away from the rational world |
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Dancing on moss green-soil |
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Summer's End |
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Soaked by perception |
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Summer's end |
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Truth and deception |
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Witness the madness, watching the splendour |
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Cover your eyes to sink in the deep |
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Witness the madness, watching the splendour |
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Dreaming in a dream in your sleep |
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And smother the sun for a while |
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Touching your own beauty and vile |
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Embrace the gloom that stares in your eyes |
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On the edge where reality dies |
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Summer's End |
