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Over the moor of mist and through valleys of fate |
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I fly on my voyage through this moonlit landscape of re-emerged figments of imagination |
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I am aroused in sleep....aroused in sleep |
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Far beyond the gate which reflects in the closed eye reveal that a dreamscape lies therein |
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A yearning for a world where the everlost find their peace |
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In the pearly gates of dawn on the astral feed of minds - envenomed to the bone forever cleansed from all called wrath as slumber sneaks upon and steals the thought of man all ridden from inner aggression... |
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A voyage beyond this world |
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In this paralell to real life - access lies in dreams |
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Unveil hidden secrets in our sleep - the key to what's beyond |
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In the wake of man we see essential dreams unfulfilled |
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Enhance the value of life engraved words on the page of man |
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In the presence of the moon an owl awakes and calls a name tells a story of a world accessable only at night... "This ain't no dream..." |
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Legend tells of a yesterworld a dreamscape of strange light "It's your dream coming true" |
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Transcendance of the soul |
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All by the sign of the moon |
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I am eaten away in mouthfuls by flames that burn in the errors of our ways |
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In a night when the sky floats blue as touquoise, and the stars of silver are twinkling in their outmost pride |
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Now from dimensions fallen from the skies - like the flow of a stream |
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From my sleep |
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I continue onward - sleep is just a shape of destiny |
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Weak sunlight of dawns to come, dancing swiftly in the shadows |
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Shimmering, shining in a landscape of dreams ...landscape of my dreams |
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Dim reflections of the pale a shade of grey in mind |
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In the presence of the moon an owl awakes and calls a name tells a story of a world accessable only at night... "It's your reality..." |
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Legend tells of a yesterworld a dreamscape of strange light "It's much more than a dream" |
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Transcendance of the soul |
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All by the sign of the moon |
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Soon these worlds will be one and mankind feasts on the sights of it all |
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I yearn for things to come |
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Still wrapped in the thrall of slumber as the mist slippes away to reveal... |
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And the wind tears a scream from my lips - |
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I am there.... |
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In the dreamscape |
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I adore (a moonclad reflection) |
