| Once there was a silent canvas
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| Sleeping stories unimagined
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| Birth of what if`s, hope and wonder
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| Winds will be named, words will shelter
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| Then, something wicked their way came
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| Showed a way to the Great Escape
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| Evoke the worlds, sparked the brain
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| An ape in awe before a door
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| To labyrinth
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| To Keystone Earth
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| To fallen stars
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| To there and back
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| We`re the writers
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| Of another way to be
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| We`re the writers
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| Of whatever we cry home
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| A moment alone
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| With unbeknown
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| Reset the world
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| Imagine home
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| A primal need
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| To touch the stars
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| Only way there
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| To enter
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| Imagine music, dance, illusion
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| Tales of Dust, of man in the moon
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| The Sea Lady, Snow, Glass, Apples
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| It is stories that built cathedrals
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| To lose yourself
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| To find who you are
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| Follow your tale, remember your name
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| Enter the woods
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| Tir na Nog
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| And bring back the Good
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| A pale blue theatre stage
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| A feast of beautiful tragedy, wonderful fantasy
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| The play is yours to write
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| Yours to live
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| Ready the night by a playwright |