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Little boy on one weary, strange afternoon |
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Stood with closed eyes among tiresome toys |
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Slowly he started to ride on his dream horse |
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This will help perhaps |
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As he glances up, he found a big stone |
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Magical white stone at his feet |
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And the little boy doesn't play with anything else now |
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Miracle stone awaits him |
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The one who has chosen; |
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Became the chosen one |
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Do so and find the weight of you life! |
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He never stopped, wandered endlessly |
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Always wanted more and more he received |
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He left behind everyone but his magical stone |
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To the stone he was faithful |
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Hundreds waited him back, thousands he abandoned |
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Invisible stone marked his shoulders |
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Carried his stone, which he could only see |
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Until he arrived home |
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The one who has chosen; |
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Became the chosen one |
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Do so and find the weight of you life |
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Ailing heart doesn't beat so wildly now |
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On his face, a lingering innocent smile |
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A gray slob of stone lays next to his feet |
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And outside twilight sets in |
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Soft light descends on his head gently |
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Now the heaviness becomes free of the weight |
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The hard stone dissolves into haze |
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Flies away suddenly |
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The one who has chosen; |
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Became the chosen one |
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Do so and look for the weight of you life! |