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Land of Green Mist
Mistrust breaking the strongest of bonds
Knowledge a cause of self destruction
Thick smoke of insecurities
Searing the innocents souls...
Where is the sense of belonging? Where are the falling stars?
Where are those rare red roses with out the thorns?
I hope to wake up to the new dawn of the blazing sun
Hope to walk in the new hope of life
Feel the bright beams of wisdom
Rip through the shadows of ignorance engraved deep within...
Off we go to the to the land of the green mist...
Cos there's shade, not shadow...
Here we'll find a sense of belonging, And wish a wish
For every falling star to grow a garden of roses without thorns...
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