In the black heart of the night
i feel lost without my sight
bearing thoughts that never should
cometh forth
Climb the stairs towards the whim
to my destiny. my dreams
are you there, mother of light
by my side
Fight your dreams with one desire
that could take you from life's mire
try to speak the Times own language
and be One to reach up higher
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