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Vesper Moon
(c) Uootem 2002
Entranced into unmistakable darkness akin to one of sleepless state
vesper moon is alluring, for there are mystical dreams deep inside
forming an illusion of hopes and tears that mortal can no longer hide
Entranced into unmistakable darkness akin to one of sleepless state
wondering far into unknown worlds, casting wishes onto dying stars
in the unending search for the esoteric things, of who we really are
Entranced into unmistakable darkness akin to one of sleepless state.
The sands of time keep drifting, while one future runs with fate
soared among clouds that scale the mountains, swam the deepest seas
it's so hard to see the light of truth while standing in a grove of trees
The sands of time keep drifting, while one future runs with fate
seeking answers to questions always known, then will have the key
to the door of ever changing worlds, and thus understand destiny
The sands of time keep drifting, while one future runs with fate
Hearing the echo of crumbling stones... the image of a goddess once stolen
but somehow I understand the impression is not the truth it may seem
courage slips as a timid voice emits a faint whisper once heard in dream
Hearing the echo of crumbling stones... the image of a goddess once stolen
that this tragic din is from what isn't really there, enlightened by this to know
there exists just the sounds of ancient memories written in the book of the soul.
Hearing the echo of crumbling stones... the image of a goddess once stolen.
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