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As I walked along,
the supposed golden path,
I was confronted,
by mysterious spectres.
they pointed to the graveyard,
over and yonder hill.
I paused in cosmic reflection,
confused and wondering,
of how I came to die.
Hmmm...I was confused.
For if I was dead,
how and why did I die?
But I composed myself,
And decided I should face it

But I stood paralyzed,
on the supposed golden path,
and I was confronted,
by powerful demon force.
They said it was the devil,
and when he spoke,his words flowed like glowing lava from the mouth of a volcano.
And I said: Help me lord!
I found myself in some kind of Hell!
But I did not believe in him,
heaven and hell,
world in opposites, kind of reality.
And I gained control of myself,
and I decided to press on.

And as I walked along,
the supposed golden path,
I was trembling with fear,
oh the lions and wizards yet to come.
I seen in the distance,
silver mountains rising high in the clouds
and a voice from above did whisper,
some shining answer from the moon.

Please forgive me,
I never meant to hurt you...



Y bueh, si ud. aun no se da cuenta que nos cambiamos...

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bai bai.

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