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Forest Pale Becoming One

Patterns lull me in to sleep still I can not reach your keep My ship lies still upon the sea and yet no harbour can I see Sunsweet voices call my

the track? Don't you think the time has come, to realise your dreams? before the one track mind becomes the cracking of the seams When your the eyes become

kingdom of imagination Something that the morbid nights, the dreams become uneasy The dark forests, the secrets of the deep with the legend, Old oceans will become one

kingdom of imagination Something that the morbid nights, the dreams become uneasy The dark forests, the secrets of the deep with the legend, Old oceans will become one