Oft I wonder...
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As my mind's eye fly its own course...
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Into those places,
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that I cannot wander...
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Where are they, those dark and hidden places...
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That I cannot wander to?
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Where is the place...
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A place my mind often travel to...
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That place I fear and hate,
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but still so long to go...
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For I see my freedom there...
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The freedom of my my mind and body...
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I see great walls of stone...
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And I see beyond that silvery sea...
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I see... Alas! I see... That silvery sea,
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by the end of the walls...
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Flowing into ever black infinity...
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Becomming the spirits of the twillight...
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Those free spirits,
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I see them and I wonder...
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Mayhaps I am the only who have seen...
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The spirits, the stars, flowing into the darkness...
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I wonder... May that there bright star whirling about...
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Be my spirit of old?
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The Silver Sea
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Mortiis |