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In the land of castles, |
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A majestic duskfall rises, |
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Changes place, |
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With the warm and cloudless day. |
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Across harmonic waves in green, |
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The clarions call, |
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As they did in ancien times. |
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Burned in my heart, |
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Enforcing memories to last. |
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Forest as far as the eye can reach, |
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Below continous green peaks, |
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Through storm and plague, forevermore, |
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Engraved in the endless path of nature. |
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Exposition, of stone walls in the wind, |
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Remembrance, to the wild ages of their birth. |
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Treasures, more precious than gold, |
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Left for the few who reach out further, |
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Left for eye and memory. |
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The mountainside at far horizons, |
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Protective wall of might, of glory, |
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Stand up strong, hold up tight, |
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For the land of castles. |
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"Stay by my side forever", |
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She said, with a last spark in her dying eyes, |
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So I entered the land of castles, |
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To bury my heart. |
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Memories in the land of nature.... |
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As she departed with the wind, |
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I remember....treasureland |
