LYRIC

In it's water-Lily field
Wide and green grows a tree
And from the tree hang apples
Not for you to eat

In a way it matters more
Than it did before
To see the east voyaging through
True hearts of dooms

Mirthbirth
Reverie

In harmony
Somersault caravans of fools
As he passes for reply
To sing his songs again.

He sways O kiss the horizontal ground
And from the ground a dove rises
And as a mark of honor
A mask is left behind

Mirth
Birth
Reverie

In harmony
To gentle form a noble force
Master's voice cascades
From his gentle stage

Calm and vast the city lies
On a horizontal ground
Kind and calm julius lies
For octavian to prevail

Mirth
Birth
Reverie

In harmony
Traverses the peninsula
All those dismiss the winds destroy
With his gentle kisses

The righteos and wise
And doom ambitious praise
With his will
His will and order

Mirthbirh reverie

In it's water-Lily field
Wide and green grows a tree
Abd from the tree hand apples
Not for you to eat

And 'neath the aegan sea
Where statues and pillars and stones are tossed
Rest for all his aching bones
To guide us far from energy

Mirth
Birth
Reverie

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