| She is sitting in my living room
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| The empty glasses are one the table
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| Changing colours from the screen paint the walls
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| While she is playing with a golden feather
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| All the walls are fading away
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| The view opens up to another world
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| The purple horizon and the red sea
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| The blue forest and the white shadows
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| You follow the bright light
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| Out of your virgin cradle
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| Growing up with new wings
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| And lifting up across the clouds
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| Where all the golden eagles fly
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| Where all the men lose their face
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| Where all the golden eagles cry
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| Where all the hunting men escape
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| The dwarves and the white elves
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| Sing together all their magic tales
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| Of great kings and the dark towers
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| Dragons and all the strange power
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| The storm from the mountains
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| Turns the pages of the book
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| Tears apart the paper and steals some letters
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| Writing your name… in front of my eyes
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| Where the golden eagles love
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| Where the men loose their roots
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| Where the golden eagles die
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| Where the last dark night falls in
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| You are sitting in my living room
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| Smiling and glancing through the bricks
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| Do you still think of me?
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| Do you still dream of the golden eagles?
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| Where the golden eagles fly
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| Where the golden eagles cry
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| Where the golden eagles love
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| Where the golden eagles die…
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| The feather lies on the dirty floor
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| Your smell has been blown away
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| I find a blood note on the wall
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| «Follow me to the place you know…» |