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Clear sights through the dephts I ride.
Inside my mind the thoughts I hide.
I ought to bear my existence.
And burn to be.
The vision that was wrought to me.
Not different from fantasy.
Between two worlds I am.
Quested not to be.
Not to be.
I ride beyond the realms of the past.
I see the sights of what won't last.
From the blinding day light
To the utter dark.
The golden winter blows a breeze.
Not different from my fantasies.
Dark and light.
Far in sight.
Quested not to be.
Not to be.
Too long I have dwelled in the shadows.
Too long I have slept in the shades.
Too long I have searched the desires.
Release me so I can awake.
Stone cold in the soul.
With nothing to.
To return to
Clear sights through the dephts I ride.
Inside my mind the thoughts I hide.
I ought to bear my existence.
And burn to be.
The vision that was brought to me.
Not different from fantasies.
Between two worlds I am.
Quested not to be.
Not to be.