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Shadows dance in a softened light, past midnight's veil to the heart of night
In this tranquil space my soul it frees, spinning fables, keys of mysteries

Township mysteries
Heartfelt delivery
Bills about energy
She's got industry

Paper is victory

Stacks up on stacks
And rivers of ink
Her mind is in papers
It

of the most mysterious origins of all time
While his origin is still considered a mystery
This is what is known of his story
Some kind of abstraction
But there

A black coffee, bloody evening
Loneliness with blue feeling
Old sorrows follow my track
Nameless mysteries keep coming back

Out in the city moves

In a world where mysteries unfold
A measuring rod and a story to be told
A measure of God's temple and altar
They said it's good the outside court

The mystery, the myth, the system he created with
His story, he made it, this place he called
the blue hue
The kid who never made it
Versus

clear
Silent city streets
A cloak of mystery
Streetlights flicker
Revealing history
In the depths of night
A story unfolds
Lost souls wandering
Their

the closet of that bedroom 
That still haunts my dreams, and I don't know what they mean  

What kind of mystery is festering in my memory? 
What piece of my

beat's a story, every note's a trace,
Of the dance, of the rhythm, in this magical place.

Feel the dance of the rhythm in this magical place.

Feel

put on this mask
To shroud in mystery
The mind behind the mask
Where it’s a complicated story


Got a bunch a questions
I know they’d love to ask
But I

of the universe,
In the vast Milky Way.

The beauty of the cosmos,
A tapestry so wide.
It's an explorer's paradise,
With the universe as our guide.
The mysteries

Through the Red Light's mysteries and the Jordaan's embraces.
A city alive, with stories untold,
In Amsterdam, the night is bold.

From the ring of the bells to the whisper of the wind,

Love, no better way to heal the hurt again
In times of sorrow it will numb the pain we fail to hide
You, just like a story written just for me

touch my soul
I walk alone, so alone
Mysteries and secrets close, so many tales untold
I walk alone, so alone
Tha darkness shines on Dublins nights where

but you leave no trace
Of the hurricane eyes set in your face
They say you're a story blowing on the breeze
A folklore echo that no one sees
You're

Now it's just a sad, saggy affair.
Stains of mystery, shades of the unknown,
Tales of late nights, in your seams they're sewn.
A splash of soda, a dash

nós dois
Mas agora já não dá mais

I wanna go back to our history
I know that you think it's a mistery
I wanna go back to our love story
I'm telling you

like the stories y’all speculate
Just differentiate between me and these fakes
I’m on some different shit
I got 8 swords swinging like I’m Killer Bee
Let

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It's where I keep my heart Where I step my foots
With my soul comes and place what we learn to,
We live the life story without the limits

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In the silent night, stars shimmer and gleam,
Yet the brightest light, is in a gaze so serene.
Eyes that hold secrets, stories untold,
In

hold their stories close secrets frozen in time
But the souls of Dyatlov's pass still wander still climb
Forever in the snow they roam a mystery unsolved

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A cold wind's blowing, from the north, it's soaring,
Rustling through the silence of the night.
Each gust a story, whispering of glory,

to unfold
In the heart of Montmartre, a story to be told

Montmartre's lament, carried on the wind
In the cobblestone alleys, the past and present blend

the mystery
Fantastical dreams unravel history

Fantasy flying, on dreams we're riding
Colors in the sky, where the stars are hiding
Every wish a whisper, every