| I think I’m standing in a garden at night
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| The distant stars provide the only light
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| Strange flowers grow all around me
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| Theyr heavy fragance intoxicates me
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| Reality is slowly growing dimmer
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| And I begin to see a new world shimmer
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| It’s like seeing through a silver haze
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| Into a weird but beautiful place
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| Filled with dreams I begin to wonder
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| Through this maze of alien wonders
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| Into glades with ponds of starlight
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| Ethereal beauty beyond human might
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| And I see statues moving moving as in trance
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| With slow gestures, in a grotesque dance
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| To the mystical and haunting tunes
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| That fills this place like narcotic fumes
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| I might be dead: or maybe I am dreaming?
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| It doesn’t matter, it has no meaning
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| In this world of black and silver
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| Then this dream-state takes an evil twist
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| And all the sudden rises a reeking mist
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| The air turns foul by the sickening haze
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| Corruption spreads throughout the maze
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| Malignant shadows with lurid eyes
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| Roars with laughter as the beauty dies
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| Insane whispers and bestial groans
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| Mingle with my tormented moans |