Wondrous fields of vision's gaze
Lunging toward a bright new existence
Planed along another's shelf
Where comes from this place
Morbid traces of lost memories
May I find the words
Fly into this night
To be shaded from the darkness
Until yesterday returns
And finally I can bind
This feeling inside
It is screaming so softly
I can hardly breathe
Continue now
The future is near
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