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Cold fingers Lost soul Goosebumps trail the cold Eyes engulfing the tales Dragon lungs Words lost but the language spoken Echoes enchantment of traveling mirrors Always for knowledge of the truth Who truly you are May your force be gained Back in time relapsing hours in time Lost time gained The soul burns again Tame the flame In blazing gas Phoenix ashes The very beginning Birth of the flower The rebirth of the last poet Defining the laws of limits Bending Finding a way Live in fresh grey eyes Lost Find it Wondering new territory Fresh blood rhythms a song
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