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Gathering the treasures of fields, forbidden fruit
With a tangible visions inside
Consuming the dreamscapes
Burst trough your fragile shields
Take you for a ride
We came to the woods, to a latent feast
Hiding away from the rational world
Dancing on moss-grown soil
Dancing on moss grown-soil
The odour of harvest time
The immense sky turns grey
Until it slumbers away
The sun softly shines
One with land's decay
We came to the woods, to a latent feast
Dancing on moss green-soil
Hiding away from the rational world
Dancing on moss green-soil
Soaked by perception
Summer's End
Summer's end
Cover your eyes to sink in the deep
Truth and deception
Witness the madness, watching the splendour
Witness the madness, watching the splendour
And smother the sun for a while
Dreaming in a dream in your sleep
Touching your own beauty and vile
Embrace the gloom that stares in your eyes
On the edge where reality dies
Summer's End
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