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