sitting by the candles
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before the mirror of my inspiration
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I look at my mirror's picture
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so who am I if there stays a mind of an
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inexhaustible mistery with me?
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so dance faster with the wind of your shadow
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so chase faster in the rain of storm feelings
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drive the chariots of slassy clouds
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looking for the silver groves
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and for me the scream of forgotten rain
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where only remains to me to go by the thorns
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by the bridges of the past
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so I give seven golden fires
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so I give seven golden keys
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seven golden fires
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seven golden keys
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Seven Golden Fires
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| Darzamat |
