| I raise up my head and gaze upon silvery seashores
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| With the sand on my feet and with the sun on my back
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| For days the coast leads my journey shining in the misty dew I see
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| There, a thousand spires
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| Glowing like fire in the sun
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| I see them rising o’er these open plains
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| And I know I shall remember forever
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| How I saw a thousand towers white
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| When young I was told
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| Of a city of might and of honour
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| An empire’s crown, as powerful as it was feared
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| And now as I stand before her
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| I set my eyes upon a waking dream
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| There, a thousand spires
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| Gleaming like ice in the sun
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| I see them rising o’er these open plains
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| And I know I shall remember forever
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| How I saw a thousand towers white
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| Mirrorlike gates stretch before me
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| Blazing serene in the dawn
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| Split open for vast lines of many men
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| I gaze beyond in bewilderment
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| Shattered hearts and dreams
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| Crushed by grievous tyranny
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| Crumbling homes and screams
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| Among corrupted industry
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| A sinister reign
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| Brother is turned against brother
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| Irrational fear enslaved the dwarves and the elves
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| What lies beyond such opression?
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| Shining towers cast a shade on me
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| There, a thousand spires
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| Glowing like fire in the sun
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| But I see no honour in these broken men
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| Yet I know I will remember forever
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| How I saw a thousand towers white |