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(Chapter IX of “The Fated Line”)

They're concealing things from you

they tell you lies

You try to be a member of the family tree

Suspicions rise

You walk over, watch over and wonder

in woods that make you smile

But the view is limited these places

The trees won't tell you anything

Rest for a while

Kind people make you feel welcome

She needs you the way you need her

Tells you nothing, you're lonesome

not knowing what happened one year

Long ago

The family secret

that makes their mood so strange sometimes

You search for it

you make water from wine

Feel like you don't belong

Entered into relations so strong

The family secret

they try to forget, you try to be blind

They run from it

they make water from wine

The family secret

that makes their mood so strange sometimes

You search for it

they make water from wine