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Once there were trees full of birds, meadowlands vibrant with flowers.
Carefree are the songs that children once sang, gilding our minutes on
doss.
Clouds came and covered the sun.
The breath of our prayer for unease.
Turning to ashes flowers in the fields, silenced the birds in the trees.
Hidden so deep in favor of deceit,
Imprisoned and twisting spells are withered plaything of fiends,
Or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves.
Strive till the phantoms are broken.
Fight till the battle is done.
The scare dreams of night can't conquer the day.
No shadows extinguish the sun.
Sories of danger, fearless attack, specters that break our dream.
All of ghost ever of delusions come back.
And we'll be haunted again, haunted again.
For gloomy storms are over and past.
For the founder's rage is quiet and would last.
Well these nightmares laid me down in the legs here tonight, here tonight.
That night has left was clear of his belief as we strive to keep alive.
I believe that the loss's so great.
Becloud all the harps for the dark.
Hidden so deep in favor of deceit.
Imprisoned and twisting spells are withered plaything of fiends,
Or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves.
Sories of danger, fearless attack, specters that break our dream.
All of ghost ever of delusions come back.
And we are fighting in vain, fighting in vain. |
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