Once there was a boy back in time of the heathens
Day after day he just kept dreaming things that would make him weaker
His father could not make him see, that there is more than dreams
But he wouldn't listen to the words of his father, 'cause he's a little dreamer
Along his quest for solitude
A wise man came and told him to follow the stars
He ran to the forest with whirlwinds by his side
world
upwards
there
solitude
silently
shining
rivers
quest
weaker
other
mountains
moonless
where
father
dreamer
bright
along
dreams
dreaming
forgotten
appearing
memories
follow
forest
stars
after
heathens
words
meadows
things
lands
light
misery
could
little
under
drifting
listen
would
lives
pictures
looking
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