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sitting by the candles |
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before the mirror of my inspiration |
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I look at my mirror's picture |
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so who am I if there stays a mind of an |
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inexhaustible mistery with me? |
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so dance faster with the wind of your shadow |
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so chase faster in the rain of storm feelings |
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drive the chariots of slassy clouds |
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looking for the silver groves |
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and for me the scream of forgotten rain |
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where only remains to me to go by the thorns |
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by the bridges of the past |
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so I give seven golden fires |
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so I give seven golden keys |
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seven golden fires |
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seven golden keys |
