| Eyes in this somnial night
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| I know I own nothing
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| I wanted nothing
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| And I feel like I am
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| The second son of your god
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| Lifting lives away
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| A lighthouse spins in your eyes
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| Still I see nothing
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| Waters of nothing
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| I plant a seed in your garden
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| Yet it grew nothing
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| Thorns without roses
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| But then I’m sorry for I have died
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| Others were taken away
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| Hostage of secrets of Aura
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| Waters of nothing
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| Dawn painted nothing
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| I failed to sense the sign
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| And died in the arms of Europa
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| An anima astray for a long, long time
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| I set our forest afire
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| Broke the old promise
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| Tore all the roses
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| Became a symbol of violence
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| In primordial noises
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| Churches of noises
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| And write a new song made of lightning
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| From which we’re taken away
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| I know it seems it’s all right
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| While it was nothing
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| Lot worse than nothing
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| At the bottom of the pond
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| Is found a chest of science and gold
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| A shell of glass, it means bad omen
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| Find two and you’re blessed with grace
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| The essence of the sea is provenance
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| Watched by the wise old man |