Filling this world with a gloomy gaze
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While living in an absorbing haze
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A deep grey lake is all they see
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Focussed on what will come and what will be
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What will be shall come at last
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And knowing what will come has already passed
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Thinking and thinking, it's going to deep
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The borders are gone now, even in his sleep
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Where is the beginning, where is the end?
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What will you go through, where do you stand?
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A sorcerer, a beggar
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A king or a knight
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The emperor of a world
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The world of his mind
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Intelligence that crossed the lines of his stare
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Enchanted by the pearls at the bottom of the lake
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It catches a glimpse in this world of fake
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And takes along a piece of a mystery
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That is there, an isolated soul, dreaming or awake
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Or one that is open, insane or full of care
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This is the beginning, the beginning of the end
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What will you go through, there where you stand
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A sorcerer, a beggar
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A king or a knight
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The emperor of the world
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The world of mankind
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Crown Of Thoughts
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