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Descending rapidly down the spiral |
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Not quite sure what I have embarked |
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Thoughts don't make any sense at all |
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In the shifting, liquid dark |
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The words my eyes read on the sheet |
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Pull my gaze along the lines |
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Devour facts my comprehension meet |
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In the words, between and behind |
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Pulling my fate along in the book of sand |
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(what does it make to make out this enigma?) |
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Secrets of eternity's at hand |
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(everything here is a reason to fear the book of sand) |
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The paper crackles perfectly as I slowly turn the pages |
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The letters once more greet the light, the first time now in ages |
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A careful, calligraphic handwriting of a magus |
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And I crawl deep into his knowledge's pitch black mines |
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Dig deep and read the breed of the deed! |
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Dust swirl out of reach of my dim candle light |
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Little fragments of ink and paper freed of fearless fright |
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What word were you, my little one why fly into the night? |
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A death, a tear, a philtre or poison flowing in the wine? |
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To read and search so deep inside |
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Behind, beyond, between the lines |
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What wonders are there I shall learn |
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Behind, beyond, between the words? |
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Between the pages like sand... |
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Time has slipped my memory for long |
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I tumble past page fourteen hundred and seven |
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In a reverie out of my control |
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Wrapped in a world of lore and legends |
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Suddenly page six hundred and eleven |
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Flash across my wet and weary eyes |
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The previous page is unfamiliar |
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And there yet another secret hides |
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Pulling my fate along in the book of sand |
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(what does it make to make out this enigma?) |
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Secrets of eternity's at hand |
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(everything here is a reason to fear the book of sand) |
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Dig deep and read the breed of the deed! |
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And I so close the book again, leave the words all rest |
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To ascend before I dive too deep is always for the best |
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Close the tome and the session, at least until the next |
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And let my eyes unwillingly forget the text |
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To read and search so deep inside |
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Behind, beyond, between the lines |
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What wonders are there I shall learn |
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Behind, beyond, between the words? |
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Between the pages like sand |
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Time has slipped my memory for long |
