| Ancient castles and climbing cliffs
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| Summoned by the sea
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| Windswept shores and crashing waves
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| Rages furiously
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| Twisting trees of truth
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| Stand huddled watchingly
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| Oh, ages past, ages hence
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| Pages turned carefully
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| Ages past, ages hence
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| Pages turned carefully
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| What picked smile has touched your lips?
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| What melody so sweet
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| Soothed your breast, your beating heart?
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| The underworld gone to sleep
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| Twisting trees of truth
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| Stand huddled watchingly
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| Oh, ages past, ages hence
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| Pages turned carefully
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| Ages past, ages hence
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| Pages turned carefully
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| Into the clutches of night
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| I can see the torchlight shine bright
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| The gates are drawn
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| The hands sit still
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| There’s laughter that bubbles within
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| Down bend the trees quietly witnessing
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| Man’s journey into himself
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| Ever turning, ever churning, clutching the waves
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| This wealth
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| Yearning the fast, never quench it
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| Tumble the thoughts
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| Until they lie like petals on the ground
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| Gathered by wind stretched through the trees
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| To the whispering side
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| Ancient castles and climbing cliffs
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| Summoned by the sea
|
| Windswept shores and crashing waves
|
| Rages furiously
|
| Twisting trees of truth
|
| Stand huddled watchingly
|
| Oh, ages past, ages hence
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| Pages turned carefully
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| Ages past, ages hence
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| Pages turned carefully
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| Ages past, ages hence
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| Pages turned carefully
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| Ages past, ages hence
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| Pages turned carefully |