Stone mirror mountain rises from a low stream
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The scent of flowers like an ocean of weeds
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I take a boat formed like a long handled sword
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The Heavens are vast and the sea is broad
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What's my name
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We find the great cave of burning clouds
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The water horses come flickering down
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A gap in consciousness a picture takes shape
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I hear a thundering
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A tidal wave breaks
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What's my name
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What's My Name
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| Steve Hackett |
