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In a dream it would seem
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I went to those who close the open door
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Turning the key I sat and spoke to
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Those inside of me
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They answered my question
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Into questions and pointed me into the night
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Where the moon was star painted dancer
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And the world was just a spectrum of night
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They reached to my centre of reason
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And pulled on the touchstone that's that
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The shock of that light had me rcaling
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And I fell into the death of despair
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They answered my questions and questions
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And set me to stand on the brink
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Where the sun and the moon were as brothers
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And all that was left was to think
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They answered my questions and questions
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And pointed me into the night
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The power that bore me had left me alone
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To figure out which way was right.
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