[Part I - The Beginning]
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I was down and I found no need to live
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Walked around with the moonlight guiding me
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Met a man who was sitting by a tree
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Went to him and asked him: "Won't you help me please!"
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So the man looked up and stared at me
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His eyes bore wisdom and relief
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His lips didn't move as I heard him speak
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What I heard I felt in me - "You're doomed eternally!"
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[Ref.:]</i> "If you want to lift this curse of yours,
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Leave your home and walk the distant woods,
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See (the) Inferno and the Paradise,
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See the beast and god with your own eyes."
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"Where to go and whom to ask", I screamed -
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Wrung my hands in hate and agony -
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"I'm alone no one's here to follow me!
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I'm scared and lonely - and I'm doomed eternally!"
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But the man just looked away and smiled
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As he slowly faded before my eyes,
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Left alone but with an aim to live
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Went the moon to follow as a guide to my release.
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[Beatrice]
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[instrumental]
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[Part II - The Dream]
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The evening
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As the night fell down across the land, a man comes to his house.
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A lonely house for no one waits - no children cry, no children's cries.
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He takes off his clothes and goes to bed, his mind's so numb - his mind's so
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dumb.
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As he sloses his eyes he wishes to die (to) die in his peaceful sleep - in his
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sleep.
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The dream
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[The fugutive:]
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Embedded in a velvet heart of jasmine roses in the dark.
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The light of sunrise kissing minds to wake the sleeper in the night.
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'Wake up you (- you) dazzled troll - for you enface a bleeding hour,
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where all your sins in pain will leave the veils of mind to set you free.'
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[The birth of a king:]
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I dropped my mask on to the ground of deserted wasteness in the sand.
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But where it fell a flower bloomed she smiled at me - we were alone.
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But as the spring to summer fell of april's healing, blessing rain,
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the desert round me gave its life to plenty colors full of light.
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So where i went the flowers bloomed, the birds they sang a lovely tune.
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the children looked and smiled at me ' This man was born a king to be'
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The virgings with their herbal spice, they kissed my face to say goodnight.
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The holy mother bowed her head mumbling: 'Do not forget this could be life and
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not a dream'
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[The return:]
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The mother raised the dagger high, and blessed by the wells in her eyes,
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I opened my chest to heart my lies to accept the judgement of her knife.
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The morning
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And so the lonely man with no will to stay wakes up in the morning.
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Hi mind is gray the fog will stay forever in his head.
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He puts on his clothes, he tries to forget his boring life - his boring life.
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He can't remember the dream he just had - no one will remember his life!
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[Part III - The Meeting]
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[Dante:]
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Isn't it a strange thing that all the roads - along
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I'm wandering are leading into nowhere's land.
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A life of no memories a stony hidden place
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A world grown apart from what my mind refused to see.
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People dying while they're living
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Sometimes they were never born.
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If you never ask the questions
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you'll never (have to) fear the answers
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I cannot tell you right from wrong
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I have to leave this greyness walls
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(so) believe me now and follow later
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- things are never what they seem to be to me
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- what they seem to be to me alone.
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[Narrator:]
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For he went on to seek his life - Komodia
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Or infernos and of paradise - Komodia
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So it has to end as it began - Komodia
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[Beatrice:]
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So did I wake thou slumbering feeble
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And did I shake the sleeping fool
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Thoust thou think you would have escaped?
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Yours shall not be reality!
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[Virgil:]
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Long we've waited in these woods
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And talked about our long lost son.
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We knowyou never are to make
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A heavenly normal happy life.
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[Beatrice:]
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We've watched your steps since early days.
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[Virgil:]
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And sent to you the old wise man.
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[Beatrice:]
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To break the curse you laid on yourself.
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[Virgil:]
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We've come again to save your mind.
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[Dante:]
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Memories form Satan's roaring laughter and smiles
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Beatrice! Virgil! My long lost friends.
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[B & V:]
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The fog has hidden our me |