Lyrics:
Caught in this childhood dance As the world turns around Keeping dreams on the ground Windows of frosted ice Prisming candlelight And somehow we start
I play the role of a fool - the townfolk's fulcrum of ridicule, oft to appear through prisming beer to the newly-arrived here, not as I am but how
Abbey monks Tell tales of time since gone From the isle of Avalon Sunset up the Tor Colours prisming galore Being forevermore Riches for the poor Religion
even conquerors should pay the price of futile fame, tomorrow we're gone mountains or waves, align and dissever prisming the rays, the light of the seven
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