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He, who wanders free shall grasp

The mystery of seven seas

My chains have been unlinked

And all misery relieved

Into the kingdom the blind will swarm

And see for the first time, for the first time

Exiled from the withering realm of the dead

Which fades behind the curtains of dread

One day you will see

Repeat after me

We will be free

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A letter to a widowed engraver

The last one from his beloved

Wherever is your body

Our spirits walk together

Whatever dies you care for

The memories live forever

Please carve it on my tombstone

Then paint it fluorescent

An epitaph, eternal

And shining moon, in crescent

"There always is more beauty

Awaiting to be grasped

As long you dare to breathe

Embrace it, as it lasts"

He carved these words in stone two times

The first time on the grave

The second time...

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At the bottom of his heart

Screams nothing but affection

Awashed by an inner rain

Which alters her reflection

On the paths of a nether world

The sun is black and grounds are wet

He strays for home and kicks the stones

It rains, the skies have bled

O, miserable soul, your angel is calling

Raise your feeble hand towards the sky

For your time is yet to come

Your time is yet to come

To come...