| Countless seemed to be the days
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| Until his return
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| Ceaseless semmed to be his way
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| But still the thousand fires burn
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| So he beheld one day
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| His long — desired journeys end
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| Still the singing called him to stay
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| Oh, it was the place where it all began
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| Strange eyes looked up
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| As he stepped into the light
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| All friends were gone (he’s still alone)
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| Betrayed by the course of time (He’s lost in time)
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| «From afar I come — in place ans in time
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| I saw the strongholds of the old ones
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| Once I sat here by a fire
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| My heart in flames but now they’re waned and gone»
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| Calm spread out it’s wings and his hoar voice
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| Pierced the night and the light inside of them
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| Deep were his words, the songs to sang
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| And long his story to tell
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| But each a word would be carved deep in their minds
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| Now the alst words are said
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| And slowly dawns a new day
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| The guise of the wise fades away
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| Aye, they should remind the words
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| And the things they saw
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| As a stranger sang for them his lays from afar |