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Astral Traveller
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Yes
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And in the ruins Caught in the noose around me, Glasses tell lies. Wondering when To do it again of another Flying to the sky, Somewhere flying high. Astral travller, Leaving without her, Wondring where lives go; In and out the valley below.
Once in the air, We could expect a great respect in being. (astral travller.) Memories fly Over the sky, and oh, the Sights worth seeing, Just believin. Astral travller, Leaving without her, Wondring where lives go; In and out the valley below.
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