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The mantle of attainment
Weighs heavy on his shoulders
Guided by a lantern
Flickering he grows older
A refuge found in exile
He shuffles on in blindness
You'll take his hand, he'll lose himself
Bewildered by your kindness
Enshrouded by darkness
A figure slowly forms
Through many years of banishment
No shelter from the storm
To find this slave of solitude
You'll know him by his star
Then take his hand, he'll lose himself
Knowing who you are
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Above the colour of amber stained evening
An audience danced
Led by a showering hand that brings water
An audience danced
Led by a showering hand that brings water
To both sea and land
Unlock the door of night
Nebulous bright
Again renewed by the vessels of Isis
You're ready to fly
Although the journey is still far from ended
You gaze at the sky
Above the cloudless night
Nebulous bright
He who knows love knows who you are
Worlds you may find lit by a star
He who knows love knows who you are
Worlds you may find lit by a star
Again renewed by the vessels of Isis
You're ready to fly
He who knows love knows who you are
Worlds you may find lit by a star...
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Veiling the nightshade bride stalks a flower revealed
Nearing the hour make haste to their threshold concealed
Lost in thought in search of vision
As the moon eclipsed the sun
Casting the same steps glimpsing his own fate to come
Melt in the dream void from which he never can run
Lost in thought in search of vision
As the moon eclipsed the sun
Tears fill the fountains breaking their promise to heal
Rippling the waters mirror an ended ideal
Deep in thought but robbed of vision
As the moon eclipsed the sun
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