| Once upon a dead time there was a home sweet home
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| In the land always fine stood my sun and my throne
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| But one day came the storm, my haven then was lost
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| Turned into a pale form, leaving nothing but vain dust
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| Wandering in the maze of every me’s future
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| Telling me it’s just a phase, 'can't go any further
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| No more physical ties, no door in front of me
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| I am trapped in my mind, will I ever be set free?
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| Yet all the world to be seen…
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| Seasons passing by and still one thing is for sure
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| There is nothing that is acquired forever
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| The leaves of your tree will always end up falling
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| It is yours to know that the cycle is spinning
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| Flowers were forgotten, tracks were lost in the snow
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| Memories now silent, at the end of my rope
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| Yet no regret to hound, dark days can be allies
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| If you’re not on the ground, you’re not able to rise
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| Roots of creation are pain…
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| Seasons passing by and still one thing is for sure
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| There is nothing that is acquired forever
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| The leaves of your tree will always end up falling
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| It is yours to know that the cycle is spinning
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| Look up and start the harvest…
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| Dawn lights the sky, the first signs of a brand new day
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| Closing my eyes to decide which way I will take
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| My home will be where my feet and fate carry me
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| There is no way to avoid seasons' symphony |