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I am from Passacaglia Adagios dreaming of the sun. Musical voices crying in the rain "Nobody lives forever." I am from the West Sailing on a ship of gold Spanish armadas struggling on the reefs Of a thousand dead men’s bones I am from the mountains A place I never lived Searching for crystal waterfalls Running towards the beginning I am from a hill A Bloody sunset sky Grassy earth a resting place Waiting for the stars. Time separates the moments The memories fade to black One story ends, another begins The pages keep on turning.