| I wandered down the pathway, through the misty moor
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| Like I knew he did a thousand times before
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| Voices seem to echo «Come talk with me a while
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| Just around the corner, just another mile…»
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| I had heard the stories, her legend served her well
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| A mystic’s myth or fable, truth or fairy tale
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| A raggle taggle gypsy, with a toothless smile
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| Said «Sit with me my darling, let’s talk a little while…»
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| And the road goes on, forever will I wander on the Way to Mandalay…
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| The mile went on forever, the minutes turned to days
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| Could I have been misguided by the mystic’s ways?
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| The moment lasts forever, at least it does for me Caught between what happened and what could never be… |