Start the sound of this gentle muse
Let it surround my empty brain
Be all free or frozen soul
Let me be insane
Once was I a lonely man
Free from grips and strains
Lost on wondering fields
My heart there still remains
That each step of this journey
Was once a little more
How can I journey back
When I've just went through this door
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