I was born alone in a crypt
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Where I grew up as an hermit.
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This decrepit cave is filled
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With petrified figures.
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I've devoted my life to infamy
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Among these tombs I've called my family.
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But today, fed up with this polluted air,
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I escape from my shrine
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To discover the lakes and mountains around.
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My heart wonders at the magnificence
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Of a landscape under a vibrant dawn.
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The world has something to offer
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That gives me the force to go further.
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Again and again, I'll climb these mountains
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And catch every golden ray of light.
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The pure breeze cleans out my lungs,
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The road is hard and long, but not that much,
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As hope lifts me to the highest summits.
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Making a stop to drink from a spring
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I meet mountain people,- strong and straight-
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And followed them in their village
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To continue my pilgrimage.
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They welcome me like a king,
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As if I was their long gone friend.
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Women are lovely and children smile,
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I'd like to stay here for a while,
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But I must go on, my search's not over yet,
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And I'll never regret my ancient casket.
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The World Has Something To Offer
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| Blinded By Faith |
