A stream of feelings goes away
The silence of nature keeps this secret
I vanish as my thoughts pass from sight
I hide de wishes I yearn to make
Chorus:
But I need to leave
To go away
At least "clogs'll spark toneet"
I wish I could stay
"This is the land where you belong..."
Don't talk to me
Wizard from this distant land
No spells, no tricks
I cannot stay
The choir does not sing my fate
The ancient land still calls my name
The wind does not whisper signs
But at Minster I hear my old prayers
Chorus
My soul seems to land
Although this is a foreign place
Visions give me a shallow pleasure
Shambling I will find my grave
Ghosts
Show me the way
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