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If you think the forest

is a mystic place for relaxing

then you are wrong......

the forest of Koppigen....

I've been told.....

this story began on cloudy summernight.....



the night before the storm



Before the storm began to break

I walked slowly through this place

leaves whispering in the clouds of trees

it's 1998 and lightning cracks near



Before the storm.......it's 1998 and I feel fear

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But now, I am struck by a bolt,

deep in my brain, deep in my memories

lost alone in the storm

surrounded by lightning

caught in my body and my soul

I feel my body begin to decompose,

just like a little angel pose

climbing plants grab me by the hands....

down in a hole - back in this time



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I wake up, I can't hear the sound of the freeway

where, where, where in God's name am I ?

awake in a land filled with scents,

where the good old sagas have been told



from far away a rider comes to me

I think I know him.....

Kurt was his name



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