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Music : Sotiris/
Spiros, Lyrics : Sotiris)
The sand beneath your feeta yellow carpetinthe palace of wilderness
Only king and servant is yousearching for the pyramidthat guards the emerald board
It was a crescent moonwhen you have been initiatedin the science of the black earth,
And the optimism of youthpushed you in questsinto the paper worldsof the libraries of Cairo Crescent Moon
Two sides of the same coin
The poor in mind are satisfiedwith what they see. Crescent Moon
And they bear the sign of imperfectionbecause they miss the other sidethe invisible. Crescent Moon
Few words carved with diamondcould draw the curtainsthat cover the glassy cage of senses
The warm touch of the starlight(magnes) will be the proofand the philosopher's stone your trophy
Grab the golden rope and climbthe imaginary walls of your thoughtsyou may fall but at least you'll have tried (
Solo : Sotiris)
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