It was on a late rainy night, many years ago
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I was born under the autumn tree of November
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My hans were so little and my eyes so small
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Years have passed by and still i do not know
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What happened, what became of that infant
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That laid in a cradle of October leaves
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As i look inside my inner cosmos, and open the
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door
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ˇ¦To my soul i can see the battle that rages
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Look at the flowers that died, the feeble
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words
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Of this sick humanity that wants to take my
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pride
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Then there was that voice in the land of
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dreams
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Who told me that i am the pillar of a new era
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The more i wrote, the more i read, the more i
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thought
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Every piece of my dreamland became that much
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clearer
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From that day forward, i knew who i was...
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Stand for me...
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Bow for me...
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Bleed for me...
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Pray for me...
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I still remember the pain
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The woundsˇ¦still remain
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I crowned myself immortal
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My path to glory shall be endless
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I rule the dead...
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I rule my life...
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I rule your life...
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I rule over the red...
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As the night swallowed my soul
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I felt the power i behold
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No one stands up to me anymore
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I gave my hand in a salute to death...
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Under The Autumn Tree
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Deinonychus |