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A world without this land of pain Is beckoning me in my dreams. I don't know where I'm going. What am I doing here? Who are you? What do you want with me? The ashes turn to mud at my feet As I struggle to reach the ultimate land for which I search. Calling me on, Beckons. Hear it crying out, Musica... Musica... Feel it burning With fire that spreads across you like silver spider webs. Gossamer strands enclose me, Hold me close. Avalon no longer exists, There is only the silver land that pulls me into its dreams. Where am I? Where am I going? Where am I heading? Why am I going there? Help me. The ashes turn to mud. Silver ashes In a silver dreamworld. Beckoning. |
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