| Far down the path of firelight dreams
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| In the blue-spun twilight hours
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| Along the lane of winding and silk
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| Towards the winged and sacred bowers
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| Alone and aloof
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| In a fairyland fanfare
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| Where the warrior child
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| Can hide away in his lair
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| Templar of the immortality
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| Slays the beast in comfort’s shelter
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| Climb up the black and sulphurous hill
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| And you will find caskets of silver
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| Live the legend, live life all alone
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| Longing to linger in lore
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| Illuminating a lane
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| That leads you aloft
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| You’re lost to the lunar lure
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| Leave the languish
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| Leave lanterns of lorn
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| Lend lacking lustre to lies
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| Liberate the laces
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| Of life for the lone
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| Lest lament yet alights
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| Beyond the fields of emerald green
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| And over the sapphire oceans
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| Past ruby skies there lies your salvation:
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| To live out your true emotions |