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Cold moon rides in the skies, like a gloomy still life
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And from dusty old pages, I read the tales
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Secret ancient legacies by an artist?s hands come.
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For most eyes not to see one can?t deny ?em

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The glimpse of twilight and the immortal dreams by the sea
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What dwells just for now can be eternal
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Become witnesses of all unconceivable secrets and symbols of our Mother Nature
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Novus Ordo Seclorum comes from ancient papyri and the deepest of the roots grants forever
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One split a thin bread in 2 thousand and 40 pieces and those could become Spirits of Time

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As I turn these old pages, the night is shrouding on
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And the chariot of crowned child brings the first light
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Then I learn how to teach by the act of shut up, closing doors of my life for human nature

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