empty fields, running
off to the mist, are you
going there? I have
come from there. spices
fill my nose, as they're
crushed in my fist, oh this
weight I bear, I have
come from there. let the
waters flow, running
off to the mist, are you
going there? I have
come from there. let the
road we ride slowly
cease to exist, oh this
weight I bear, are you
going there, are you
going there, are you
going there.
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