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Oft I wonder...
As my mind's eye fly its own course...
Into those places,
that I cannot wander...
Where are they, those dark and hidden places...
That I cannot wander to?
Where is the place...
A place my mind often travel to...
That place I fear and hate,
but still so long to go...
For I see my freedom there...
The freedom of my my mind and body...
I see great walls of stone...
And I see beyond that silvery sea...
I see... Alas! I see... That silvery sea,
by the end of the walls...
Flowing into ever black infinity...
Becomming the spirits of the twillight...
Those free spirits,
I see them and I wonder...
Mayhaps I am the only who have seen...
The spirits, the stars, flowing into the darkness...
I wonder... May that there bright star whirling about...
Be my spirit of old?