I travel over high mountains
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through deep valleys and forests
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Crossing great rivers
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in search of knowledge of the gods
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from far beyond place and time
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I hear a whispering wind,
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it tells me to strive on
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through the horizon of my thoughts
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I am the mindtraveller
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my quest is man's destiny
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Teach me secret holy spells
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and the wisdom of the elderly
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Gazing into my mind
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entering my soul.
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Is there not a secret to unfold.
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(Here I have advices to be told)
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I am the mindtraveller
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seeking wisdom of yore
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I am the mindexplorer
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striving to know so much more
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Spirits of history fill my soul
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with divine old words
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I am on the right track
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out of the haze I'll emerge
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I reach unknown corners
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in the back of my mind
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Never been here before
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still I recognise it all.
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I hear the whispering voices
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clearly all around me,
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echoing in the valley
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where magic intellect dwells
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Finally I can see the blind
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not knowing why they exists,
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I hear laments of nature,
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where led the path we missed?
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Mindtraveller
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Falconer |