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Leading me through the uncertain desert
Searching for the sweet spiritual spring
The brook where I can quench my thirst in death
And fall asleep among the mirages

Concentric waves dashing against the water-gap
Echo's of a desperate cry

And I believe there's a hope refuge for the roaming souls
And I believe it's lost and far in the essential blue
But I can't believe it's amongst he fells
So I'm awaiting "the Reaper of the Harvest"

Leading me through the corn rippling in the breezer
Searching for the glinting crystals of life
Redeeming my seal ring of life from pawn
And fall asleep among the mirages

Concentric waves dashing against the water-gap
Echo's of a desperate cry

I believe there's a hope of refuge for the roaming souls
And I believe... I Believe!

I'm awaiting "the Reaper of the Harvest"

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