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Better wash away land into the sea |
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when faith is broken |
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all the barricades a potion for the waves |
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let us feed the flood |
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I know there's a way |
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I can see visions and dreams |
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I know there's a way |
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I can delineate any new empire the colors |
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I'm crying to secrets they're drying |
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and now that I see the fields of hope descended from the tears |
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they always show the meadows of the seers |
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none of the shields will hold me never swords will break me |
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I create another world on the other side |
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to show you the way |
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to lands of visions and dreams |
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I show you the way welcome to the dominion of coloured fields the colors |
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I'm crying to secrets |
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they're drying |
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and now that I see the fields of hope descended from the tears |
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they always show the meadow of the seers |
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I can be the hand a medium to scan any mind delusion |
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I am just a passenger in a patient flood on my paper walls old pigmentations of dreams |
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and my feather will delineate any new empire the fields of hope are painted by the tears |
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they always show the garden of the seers |
