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For my delight
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Swift as the wind
Flies
His chariot and wings
Shine, shine in the light of a balsam sun
For it comes from the land of no night
For it comes from the land of no night
There is no land, the night is all around
My child, you must stop imagining all this
You must stop imagining all this for your own good
Why don't you go with the rest and play downstairs
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Closing my eyes
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I see him so clear
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The blood on his sword
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His flesh is so bright
As it falls to the skulls by his feet
But his eyes, they know all things
Oh, his eyes, they know all
There is no blood, no one knows
My child, you must stop imagining all this
You must stop imagining all this
For your own good
Why don't you go with the rest
And play downstairs
Aum
Swift as the wind
Aum
Stay if you will
Now
Seeing you again
Will be, will be in your castle so fair
But may take some time on the way
And may spend some time downstairs