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Questions of me are gathered in this sacred ground
I stand above the clouds
Like all the gods

I create all your passions and fears
Colour of nothing is now purple

The crown will fall for the love of god
Draw your pains into this song

I dive into this garden of loneliness
White swans and cold statues all I see
And a voice from below screams
In every valley that you walk you'll die

I try to see beyond the sun
But then I am blind
I try to hide behind my fears
But then I rise

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