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Do I try to go and journey |
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Where the diamond crescent's glowing |
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And run across the valley |
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Beneath the sacred mountain |
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And wander through the forest |
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Where the trees have leaves of prisms |
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And break the light in colors |
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That no one knows the names of |
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And when it's time I'll go and wait |
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Beside a legendary fountain |
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Till I see your form reflected |
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In it's clear and jeweled waters |
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And if you think I'm ready |
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You may lead me to the chasm |
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Where the rivers of our vision |
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Flow into one another |
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I will want to dive beneath |
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The white cascading water |
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She may beg, she may plead |
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She may argue with her logic |
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And then she'll know the things I live |
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That really have no value |
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In the end, she will surely know |
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I wasn't born to follow |
