Need you light
And right
Man
Might is
In your heart
Is pain
In sight
When it looks like
Rain on the way
Wait a minute
Hold the line, and
Correct our time
Allow me...
I'm very pleased to met you
And I think
We met somewhere
There
On the edge of hidden world
Where
I sheathe the sword
And now
It's time to go back home
For us
To fly to golden town.
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