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In a dream it would seem |
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I went to those who close the open door |
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Turning the key, I sat and spoke to those inside of me |
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They answered my questions with questions |
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And pointed me into the night |
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Where the moon was a star-painted dancer |
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And the world was just a spectrum of light |
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They reached to my center of reason |
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And pulled on the touchstone that's there |
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The shock of that light had me reeling |
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And I fell into the depths of despair |
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They answered my questions with questions |
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And set me to stand on the brink |
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Where the sun and the moon were as brothers |
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And all that was left was to think |
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They answered my questions with questions |
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And pointed me into the night |
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The power that bore me had left me alone |
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To figure out which way was right |