November
27 December 2006
Lay down with me, my dear
Listen to this requiem, you always loved to hear
Though you knew the words, you sang them wrong
Blood began to clog
Still in the rain,
Some things can't be remembered
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I hold the key to ultimate dream
the perfect construction
a perfect machine
I've designed
stronger than strong
an invincible force
I'm the creator, I am the source
I'm the mind
I shall be on
My star, I saw it high and far
At the parting of the ways
A light on the edge of the outer night
Like silver set ablaze
Where the round world plunges steeply down
But on the old roads goes
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