| Seek the golden key
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| that opens blessed doors.
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| Seek it high and seek it low
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| cherish it forevermore.
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| Heaven’s out of reach
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| for fondling hands of yours.
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| Turn around and burn your eyes.
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| Don’t look back as shadows die.
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| Sworn to shed no more tears.
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| Another El Dorado yet appears.
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| On burning wings you fly
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| into a dead horizon.
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| The sun sets forevermore;
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| do you see the black moon rising?
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| Dance to the rhythm of fire
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| the flames will make you blind.
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| Ascend the rainbow way up high
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| to the crest where dreamers die.
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| Through the desert of discontent
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| in his hour of need
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| walks the fool on a wicked trail
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| lost in dunes chasing his own tail.
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| Sworn to shed no more tears.
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| Another El Dorado yet appears.
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| On burning wings you fly
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| into a dead horizon.
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| The sun sets forevermore;
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| do you see the black moon rising?
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| Sworn to shed no more tears.
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| Another El Dorado yet appears.
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| On burning wings you fly
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| into a dead horizon.
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| The sun sets forevermore;
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| do you see the black moon rising? |