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A peacock rests alone in the vitreous valley |
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With an innocent pose like it does not know |
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On its featheres ventaglia thousands of eyes |
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Empty since the end of oracles |
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Clouds create a hollow pillow |
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For sleepy heads to rest |
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By denying to submit to the whims |
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Of their unstable paterns, |
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I glide above them all |
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Heaven below |
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Light as a thought, dropping the weight of milleniums |
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How far can once reach |
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The answer depends on who this one is |
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How far can one extend |
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As far as his limits go... [Solo: Chris] |
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Heaven below |
