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One silver streak, and darkness is cut |
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When lines populate the earth |
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A clew of chaos, of brand-new souls but soaked in pleasures and dirt |
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As the spinning wheel of life decides each fate |
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And leads life lines to its spools |
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Where they are beginning to have their downfall created |
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I am making my own magic tools |
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The start of the bigger web, the tapestry of life |
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A world full of kings, beggars, knights and fools |
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Catching a glimpse of a made up world |
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It ignites a spark in a heart gone cold |
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Breaking the thin line wire of an off worldly stare |
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That was spun, weaved and unravelled, every soul dealt fair |
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As the spinning wheel of life decides each fate |
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And all lifelines have left the spools |
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Then it is spinning, to have new life created |
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With my own set of magic tools |
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I am making another web, a tapestry of death |
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A world full of kings, beggars, knights and fools |
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Seeing the result, the bigger whole, |
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The spark dies again, the heart turns cold unravelling the world of dreams, revealing the reality it stole |
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I cut the line |
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When the wheel of life love and hope, came to a hold |