Into the folds of time, crossing the great river
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There is a holy ground hard to be found
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This ground is so mellow
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That many are the ones who rowed
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In search for their own piece to sow
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But nobody could know the right way to go
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All these people have been searching
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For a place with no direction
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And no boundaries to be found
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For this land is not outside yet
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You can find it right beside you
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Feel the stream of your consciousness
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Now that you rowed
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For so long in the wrong river, where there was no land to wait for you all
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Well, I hope you understand
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Well, that eternal life has no sense with no feelings or goals to reach
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Don¡¯t ever cross that line
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In every love-story
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There is a dark page where everything goes wrong and hate takes its place
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And dying inside you swear you won¡¯t sail for that river of passion
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From which fount you drank
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You¡¯re just fooling yourself
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Another week and you¡¯ll forget it
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Another month and you¡¯ll be searching
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For that wellspring, again
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Can you leave it all behind you?
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Can you avoid to sail this river?
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Tell me where the fun lies in this game of yours¡¦
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Now that you rowed
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For so long in the wrong river, where there was no land to wait for you all
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Well, I hope you understand
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Well, that eternal life has no sense with no feelings or goals to reach
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Don¡¯t ever cross that line
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If you look right deep in your heart
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I know you can make it, together we¡¯ll cross it tonight my son
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I will be there by your side
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Call my name, once again¡¦
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If you look right deep in your heart
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I know you can make it, together we¡¯ll cross it tonight my son
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I will be there by your side
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Call my name, once again¡¦
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If you look right deep in your heart
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I know you can make it, together we¡¯ll cross it tonight my son
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I will be there by your side
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Call my name, once again¡¦
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The River
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| Vision Divine |
