| Far away
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| From the deadly sounds of the city
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| In the middle of a red fall forest
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| Music to my ears
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| As my walk awakes leaves in rest
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| I shall find serenity at the end of this path
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| On the shore of a pastel blue lake
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| Which seems to be enlightened
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| From the abyss of its bed
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| And the moonlight wind
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| Softly whispered in my ears
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| Through the ballet of dancing trees
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| «You've arrived here too late
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| The Master had to leave»
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| In the silence
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| Of an old forsaken chapel
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| Sweet sweet smell of burning incense
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| Crying widow
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| Awaiting still merciful
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| And the sunlight
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| Caresses the idol
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| Through the colors of a stained glass window
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| Which seems to be reviving
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| Old clay from it’s sorrow
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| And I close my eyes
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| As my prayer brings me to my knees
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| And gracefully the choir sings
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| «You've arrived here too late
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| The Master had to leave…» |