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
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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
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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
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Lifeline
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| Autumn |
