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For many years I collected leaves
Blown down from ancient trees
Among the words I caressed
Found me alone at last

My books put Prospero to shame
And the words I knew so well
Would have damned me all the same
Seductive and sweet it was..

Shadows cast from a fate
They were waiting for me all the same
All the madness

Allo of those many voices
Seductive and sweet it was..

Unto these hands a stone
A mirror to my soul
Such a stone as this
My sweet opel

And to your books again
Whoah I've seen them open
May you find your way
Through them carefully

And what you see of me
Is the mirror of a stone
My sweet opel

Lyrics submitted by NICOTIC

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