From the rugged mountains,
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Down to the valley,
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Amongst the fresh clouds
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Which cross my body,
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The wind doesn't let me breathe
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And I dream of dying.
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Everyday I want to enjoy
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That sensation of mystery
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Which I perceive sometimes,
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So strongly,
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It swells my heart,
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Forgetting that there's no going back.
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Delicious dream erases my fear
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Of the end which is coming.
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The Land Beyond
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| Gothica |
