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I woke up one morning
way-out and drowsy
My mind veiled in a muzzy mist
I entered the fog and heard
a golden voice sing
lines from the past,
like an alchemist, sing..

We are rambling
without remembrance
We’re all dependent
on reminiscence

Still in the mist
I was brought to the forest
given an axe and a rusty saw blade
I felt my hands and my body working
my kin was singing in the shades that…

We are rambling..

Feel the power boy,
of ties of the blood bond
all your forces from within
Learn from the past,
and you’ll make the future
Bring out your memories
all along the line

We are rambling…

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