In my subterranean crystal mansion,
I’ve been dreaming of you,
With Roses of obsidian on your brow,
Pins of Jade in your hair,
A chandelier,
Swinging like a sun,
Over my shadowy heart,
A very small chandelier,
Swinging like a sun,
Over my shadowy heart.
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In my Phoenix Chariot we shall ride,
Through Emerald Gates of an Endless Night,
Drink a teardrop from your eye,
Sweet as Eleusinian wine,
A Nightingale,
Balancing a Rose,
On the tip of her wing,
A melancholy nightingale,
Balancing a Rose,
On the tip of her wing.
Something in this moonlight,
Casts the world in Elvish metal,
Like something in her smile,
Make me wanna be someone better.
Lying in her shadow,
Turns this cell into a mansion,
Like something in the peace-pipe,
That may change your understanding...
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The Horse with the Golden Hair,
Carrying the Sun,
Through my Shadowy Heart,
The Horse with the Golden Hair,
Balancing a Rose,
On the tip of her wing,
The Horse with the Golden Hair,
The Horse with the Golden Hair,
The Horse with the Golden Hair,
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