| The flowing stream…
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| A shape of a woman on its shore
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| She’s washing my cloak
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| Which was stained by the clay of time
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| Her eyes are so sad and full of grief
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| A flow of tears running on her cheek
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| Her look tells me it all…
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| Soon it’ll be the time to leave
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| Three questions…
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| I still had in my confused mind
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| She answered to me
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| With the riddles of time
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| She took my hand…
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| Without saying a word to me…
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| …and we fell…
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| Into depths of the stream
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| Changing this all… it's just an eternal dream
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| To raise the misty curtain of night
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| I take the key… which will set me free
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| That’s the final way I still could find
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| I’m waiting for my sweet Bhean Sidhe
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| Who will take me into her realm of Hades
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| At the gate of flames they call me by my name
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| I’ll be one with fire… again
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| I’m falling… recalling my only lighter moments of life
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| I’m yearning… and dreaming of warm embrace of my childhood time
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| My darkened past uncovered
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| was buried in those shades of night |