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In the dawn of me, back at my spring of life
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A mystic cry touched my soul
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Just like a dream... a shine filled up it's sphere
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My mind it was free and the secret's key was for me there
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Magic voice that came... strain from another world
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Of beauty not to believe
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All then I heard was for me like a soul's reverie
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And the voice... it sang my name
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And through the all painful years that should come
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That magic was there by my side
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Power that led to I lost fear of death
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Hatred that covered its meaning
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I hail my senses that help me to see
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so clear in my mind
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All rotten "truth" and the doctrines which words
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make us blind
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I see the world through my fateless eyes
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Pain be the sign, and the insight the guide
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On this journey of unforeseen end
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Enlightened by force of the unflagging faith
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Through these wastelands I walk my own path
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Damn the fate! You're one with your soul
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and you must pave it's way by yourself
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Out of nowhere the storm is coming on
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The blare that surrounds helps me dream in
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Enchanting me, while the spirit is rising again
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And the storm... it sings my name
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So as I walk on the path I believe
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The force's always gracing my steps
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Now in the name of the new risen will
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I shall discomfit my fear!
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And when the pinions of knowledge
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like thunder, so mighty, will carry me on
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All pain and grief and the weakness in me
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shall be gone
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I see the world through my fateless eyes
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World Through My Fateless Eyes
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