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[ti:Black River] |
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[ar:Amorphis] |
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Still searching for my way,the right way to be |
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still pondering what I've done |
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I'm still thinking what I've said,still finding from within |
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and all that I know is still not enough |
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I'm being held by the one |
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shadow tormenting my soul |
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the curving neck of a swan |
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the slow turning of a birds head |
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So white its plumes and feathers |
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its breast like the moon in water |
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silent and tranquil it moves |
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on the river in the calm |
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I wander back on familiar roads |
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I sense the marks I left on the hills |
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I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds |
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they make me muse on life |
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Up the hill and the mountain |
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I look back,I look down |
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there flows the River of Death |
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and here the wind in my hair |