| I travel over high mountains
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| through deep valleys and forests
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| Crossing great rivers
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| in search of knowledge of the gods
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| from far beyond place and time
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| I hear a whispering wind,
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| it tells me to strive on through the horizon of my thoughts
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| I am the mindtraveller
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| my quest is man’s destiny
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| Teach me secret holy spells
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| and the wisdom of the elderly
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| Gazing into my mind
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| entering my soul.
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| Is there not a secret to unfold.
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| (Here I have advices to be told)
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| I am the mindtraveller
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| seeking wisdom of yore
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| I am the mindexplorer
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| striving to know so much more
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| Spirits of history fill my soul
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| with divine old words
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| I am on the right track
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| out of the haze I’ll emerge
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| I reach unknown corners
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| in the back of my mind
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| Never been here before
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| still I recognise it all.
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| I hear the whispering voices
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| clearly all around me,
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| echoing in the valley
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| where magic intellect dwells
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| Finally I can see the blind
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| not knowing why they exists,
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| I hear laments of nature,
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| where led the path we missed? |