| Promenade
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| Lead me from tortured dreams
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| Childhood themes of nights alone
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| Wipe away endless years
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| Childhood tears as dry as stone
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| From seeds of confusion
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| Illusions dark blossoms have grown
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| Even now in furrows of sorrow
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| The doubt still is sown
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| My life’s course is guided
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| Decided by limits drawn
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| On charts of my past days
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| And pathways since I was born
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| The Sage
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| I carry the dust of a journey
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| That cannot be shaken away
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| It lives deep within me
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| For I breathed it every day
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| You and I are yesterday’s answers;
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| The earth of the past come to flesh
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| Eroded by Time’s rivers
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| To the shapes we now possess
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| Come share of my breath and my substance
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| And mingle our streams and our times
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| In bright, infinite moments
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| Our reasons are lost in our rhymes
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| The Curse of Baba Yaga
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| Double faces dark defense
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| Talk too loud but talk no sense
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| Yeah I see those smiling eyes
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| Butter us up with smiling lies
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| Talk to creatures raise the dead
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| Fate you know sure got fed
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| Trained apart from houses of stone
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| Whores and hustlers pick the bone
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| The Great Gates of Kiev
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| Come forth, from love’s fire
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| Born in life’s fire
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| Born in life’s fire
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| Come forth, from love’s fire
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| In the burning, of our yearning
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| For life to be
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| And in pain there must be gain
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| New life!
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| Stirring in, salty streams
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| And dark hidden seams
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| Where the fossil sun gleams
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| They were, sent from the gates
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| Ride the tides of fate
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| Ride the tides of fate
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| They were, sent from the gates
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| In the burning all are yearning
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| For life to be
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| There’s no end to my life
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| No beginning to my death
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| Death is life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pictures at an Exhibition , by - Emerson, Lake & Palmer. Song from the album Once Upon a Time in South America, in the genre Прогрессивный рок