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Masquerade - Act 2 - Masquerade
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In which the way is mind and mind is way.
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And off they went - both of them -
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The charm of luck fell in his hand -
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Or shall I say into his face ...?
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Or shall I say to you ...?
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This sudden moves his mind allowed -
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Walked distance to his fading past
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Left space for thoughts so mountain-high.
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Left space for thoughts to you.
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Where shall we fly my timeless pal?
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So strong in harmony we stand.
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The river Styx or Hades cannot hurt
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the sparkling sprouts of the living days.
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Shall find the rose's blooming hills
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To pick the chosen one so bright
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And water it in the endless wells
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Of what I found so deep inside.
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His steps stayed steady as he frowned
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uncertainty felt on his face
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No one could see behind his mask.
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No one could see behind.
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Help me half dead ghoules for long
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You've pierced me in my timeless days
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I've payed you with my blood and pain
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I demand: Take me as one of yours.
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Masquerade - Act 2
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| Dreams of Sanity |
