Fairyland
What is the kingdom I mean,
\r\nWhere the width never end.
\r\nSplendid and mighty
\r\nWe all would be imposed.
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\r\nBewitch me with your touch,
\r\nAnd your colored tenderness,
\r\nFeel the wind and carry me away.
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\r\nIs there a difference,
\r\nBetween a singer and his song.
\r\nOr is there a difference,
\r\nBetween a dancer and his dance.
\r\nOr is that only one,
\r\nLike the nature and kingdom of light?
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\r\nWavelength where the music ever sounds,
\r\nWithout a masquerade
\r\nAnd heal all my wounds.
\r\nI know or feel it or I see,
\r\nThe moment has come,
\r\nWhere my heart's getting free.
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\r\nFairyland...
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\r\nEverybody has a name,
\r\nThat proves your existance,
\r\nBut noone here has ever called any name.
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\r\nAnd I allow my knowledge
\r\nTo haze around me,
\r\nGive them names,
\r\nTake notice of them.
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\r\nThat's my first threshold,
\r\nAnd the rest I leave behind.
\r\nIn acknowledgement,
\r\nAbsoluteness you can find.
\r\nThe way through the first gate,
\r\nIs to give names for the nameless lights.
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\r\nWavelength where the music ever sounds,
\r\nWithout a masquerade
\r\nAnd heal all my wounds.
\r\nI know or feel it or I see,
\r\nThe moment has come,
\r\nWhere my heart's getting free.
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\r\nI have the key to the fairyland,
\r\nOn the threshold I stay,
\r\nWhere the wilderness never ends,
\r\nBut the heaven without firework,
\r\nAnd without peal of the bells,
\r\nWhich calls me
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