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Oh, I'd rather go and journey where the diamond crescent's glowing |
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And run across the valley beneath the sacred mountain |
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And wander through the forest where the trees have leaves of prisms |
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And break the light in colors that no one knows the names of |
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And when it's time I'll go and wait beside a legendary fountain |
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'Till I see your form reflected in it's clear and jeweled waters |
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And if you think I'm ready you may lead me to the chasm |
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Where the rivers of our vision flow into one another |
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I will want to dive beneath the white cascading waters |
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She may beg, she may plead, she may argue with her logic |
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And then mention all the things I'll lose that really have no value |
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In the end she will surely know I wasn't born to follow |