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Far down the path of firelight dreams |
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In the blue-spun twilight hours. |
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Along the lane of winding and silk |
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Towards the winged and sacred bowers. |
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Alone and aloof |
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In a fairyland fanfare |
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Where the warrior child |
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Can hide away in his lair. |
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Templar of the immortality |
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Slays the beast in comfort's shelter. |
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Climb up the black and sulphurous hill, |
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And you will find caskets of silver. |
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Live the legend, live life all alone, |
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Longing to linger in lore. |
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Illuminating a lane |
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That leads you aloft. |
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You're lost to the lunar lure. |
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Leave the languish, |
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Leave lanterns of lorn. |
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Lend lacking lustre to lies. |
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Liberate the laces |
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Of life for the lone |
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Lest lament yet alights. |
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Beyond the fields of emerald green |
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And over the sapphire oceans. |
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Past ruby skies there lies your salvation: |
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To live out your true emotions. |