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Across the open planes a blinding light I see
Is this just a memory of that inside of me?
Time slows down and I feel my heart race
My hands tremble, as the wind cuts my face

Can you see my path through the mist and the fog?
The end of the journey will bring my own death
I know I will not return from this dream
But what is life if we hide in fantasy?

Come with me to a place of no pain
(I can feel myself getting weaker)
Your binds to your life are gone
(The darkness now set in stone)

To these chains I feel I'm no longer bound
A sense of freedom as the spirits gather round
I tell them fables, stories of men
Of strength and courage, though to the very end

Can you see my path through the mist and the fog?
The end of the journey will bring my own death
I know I will not return from this dream
But what is life if we hide in fantasy?

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