[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra]
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Oh, How well I remember the day
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Encircled by trees I was
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Grabbing Boughs and whispering fays
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Forced to walk on their elfin pathways
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Until they led me to a fount at last
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I watched into the starlit water
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And the lights began to whirl around
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Weird eyes glared at me
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My mind sabk into the fount
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Dark it was there on the ground
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But bright and graceful was the light
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Of the dancing water sprites
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Mute voices sang their songs profound
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Tunes frail as their wavy guise
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Enswathed me like a silken shine
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A glance on the flight of time
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To distant realms and stars
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Low laid the land of mine
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And their everlasting scars
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In the deepest depth there was
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fire and source entwined
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In days of yore and before
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It burned and flowed in our mind
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With eyes on the wings of time
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I saw the flames increase
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The fount fell down into lethe
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And within the silken shine
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Again I heard the singing fays
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Through the mist of time There is no believe
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Frail is the Pathway of dreams
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For all is drowned in chants of lethe
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Aye, I will remember the day
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Encircled by Trees I was
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Grabbing Boughs and whispering fays
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Forced to walk on their elfin path ways
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Here I saw how the days would last
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Chants Of Lethe
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| Suidakra |
