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The sky is burning in this lonely land |
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And I kneel by the river |
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And I feel the sand and the wind |
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The wind from beyond the mountain |
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The wind from beyond the mountain |
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And she comes to me in this lonely land |
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And looks down from the multi-beast |
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On which she rides like the wind |
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The wind from beyond the mountain |
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The wind from beyond the mountain |
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Tela was born in a vulgar crooked hut |
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In the shadow of Wilson's castle |
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Venomous scorn from a life of bitter toil |
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In the shadow of Wilson's castle |
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Glory esteem fueled by her hatred it grew |
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Swelling to the point where it would |
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Burst at the seems |
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There was nothing she could do |
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Tela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domain |
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Tela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domain |
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A lullaby the breezes whisper |
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And I look into her eyes |
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And my frozen heart begins to thaw |
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And burns, 'til layer after layer |
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Melts away into a pool |
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A sky blue mirror of her eyes |
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And my soul is made of marble |
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But in her gaze I crumble into dust |
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And drift away on the wind |
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The wind from beyond the mountain |
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The wind from beyond the mountain |
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Tela grew strong from her struggle |
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To endure in the shadow of Wilson's castle |
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Time touched her wounds |
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And shelter proved the cure |
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In the shadow of Wilson's castle |
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Each passing day seemed to feed |
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The brazen serpent locked inside |
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And liberate the spirit |
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She'd concealed for so long |
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There was no place left to hide |
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Tela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domain |
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Tela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domain |
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A lullaby the breezes whisper |
