Promenade
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Lead me from tortured dreams
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Childhood themes of nights alone,
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Wipe away endless years,
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childhood tears as dry as stone.
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From seeds of confusion,
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illusions darks blossoms have grown.
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Even now in furrows of sorrow
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the dance still is sung.
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My life's course is guided
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decided by limits drawn
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on charts of my past days
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and pathways since I was born.
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The Sage
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I carry the dust of a journey
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that cannot be shaken away
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It lives deep within me
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For I breathe it every day.
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You and I are yesterday's ashes
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The earth of the past come to flesh,
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Eroded by Time's rivers
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To the shapes we now possess.
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Come share of my breath and my substance,
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and mingle our stream and our times.
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In bright, infinite moments,
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Our reasons are lost in our rhymes.
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The Curse of Baba Yaga
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Doubles faces dark defense
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Talk too loud but talk no sense
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Yeah I see those smiling eyes
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Butter us up with smiling lies
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Talk to creatures raise the dead
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Fate you know sure got fed
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Trained apart from houses of stone
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Hour of horses pick the bone
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The Great Gates of Kiev
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Come forth, from love's pyre
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Born in life's fire,
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born in life's fire.
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Come forth, from love's pyre
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In the burning, all are yearning,
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for life to be.
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And the pain will (must) be gain,
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new life!
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Stirring in, salty streams
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and dark hidden seams
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where the fossil sun gleams.
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They were, sent from (to) the gates
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Ride the tides of fate,
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ride the tides of fate.
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They were, sent from (to) the gates
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In the burning of our yearning,
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For life to be.
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There's no end to my life,
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no beginning to my death
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Death is life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Pictures At An Exhibition
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| Emerson, Lake & Palmer |
