So we restored harmony Smooth the lines on the face Of an old enemy But there's no wood on the fire again We could meet in a place you know where I know when to go
Skip like a stone on the water Fall with no trace to lie permanently
Into the valley we roam Where we fumble around Until we find our way home Yet all we have is an old ball of string Will it reach to the end of this old laborynth No.
Skip like a stone on the water Fall with no trace to lie permantly
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