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I'll tell you now, The story of

A man I knew,a man of fame

The legend is, he always was

The source of truth and cheerfullness

Passing times, and passing lives

The shadows of the world you liked

The distant warning never heard

The coldness of a thousand hells

Fields are painting what we left behind!

Fields are painting what is in our mind!

Without land, a modest man

Minds and spirit always free

I learned from him the ways to see

The meaning of the journey

It is the death of the sorcerer

Another sunrise he will never see

The end of the magical

The Death of the sorcerer

Fields are painting what we left behind!

Fields are painting what is in our mind!