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hurry my steeds chased by the windacross the crystal meadowsnobody will hear the piano of melancholythe music is dancing in my heartin the midst of the stillness and the stormwhen the past closes my feelings in the ice-chains
I will rise the mirror of my visions above the thoughtsto steal merciless the flower of the godswhich they give away falselyand the blast of magic and the blackness of sinwill undermine my scarlet facewhen the wind mutter dreadfulyou will feel my kisswhen the wind blows into the hornsyou will feel the flames of blazing bloodbecause only I am the god in my secret garden
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