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The replacement of the morning sun Golden seas and please and none Is awakening within my mind Another drop another time The coming of a chosen one Some mad fantasy has begun To rip through the souls of men Couldn't put them back together again |
Theres an ether beneath the breeze And a ghost wind falls through the trees Where the rollers and the sleepers stay And the grass is long and demons play The coming of a chosen one Some mad fantasy has begun To rip throught the souls of men Couldn't put them back together again |
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