| Coming with the whistle of the wind there’s a leaf dancing in the air
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| Floating, rounding, shining, laughing it comes changing colours and tearing in
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| front of me
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| Suddenly it turns into a wild being
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| That sits on the ground — So quietly
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| Looking at me… it rises… So the creature starts to tell me this:
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| «Sometimes when you think everything’s gone
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| No lights, reason, love or hope
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| Everything lost its sense
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| you feel down, want to leave it all…
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| Life is an old wheel
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| You must learn it soon
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| Wheel of transformations…
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| Everything goes and has its own purpose…"
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| Sometimes in, but sometimes out — never stand and still…
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| New horizons, that’s the mysterious wheel
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| Cycles, roundings, time, birth, death chances to try again
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| That’s a secret — Everything is turning
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| Welcome to this play my friend — most call it life
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| You have many ways to pick — but try choose the right.
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| What’s right?
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| Sometimes in, but sometimes out — never stand and still…
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| New horizons, that’s the mysterious wheel
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| Cycles, roundings, time, birth, death chances to try again
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| That’s a secret — Everything is turning
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| Night — is the sleep of the sun
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| Death of our light king
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| next day he rises again — The wheel completes its whole process
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| «What is alive must die — what dies must be harvested
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| What is Harvested must be seeded — The seeded must Rebirth»
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| Secrets of the Wheel…
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| Sometimes in, but sometimes out — never stand and still…
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| New horizons, that’s the mysterious wheel
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| Cycles, roundings, time, birth, death chances to try again
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| That’s a secret — Everything is turning |