Under the vault of heavens
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I stood alone, waiting
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The blaze of silver shining in my eyes
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My hands of gleaming gold
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The red of iron in my veins
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The blue of steel in my bones
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The sparkle of blackness of coal in my hair
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My chest golden with waved
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It is my heaven
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It has my eyes
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It is my space
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It has my shape
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I knew it was my masterwork
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I felt the strength of gods
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Revised the soaring heights
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Let the heavens be aligned
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I listened with care the place for the moon
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Made sure of the tones
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Painted through void the route for the sun
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Made out the locus of stars
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I pierced the distant dome
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For the lights to seep through
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I checked the curves of borders of all
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And placed the highest star
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It worked and sun and danced
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It shone and gloved and gleaned
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It circled, curved and blazed
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It pulsed, burned and waned
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It flowed from my bones
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And bolted from my fingers
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And settled on and over me
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And made me face my longing
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Highest Star
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| Amorphis |
