In the midst of the roar crackle of life
In the thunderbolts of fate
that fall from the indigo blue skies,
There is magic.
Chalices that are brim over with the essence of life,
So drunk are we. Ah ! so drunk are we
We walk the cracks of the mountains
Trails to nowhere and everywhere
Into the caves of the night
Fly slumbered into the daylight
On the wings of dreams
Sail oceans of doubt and despair
Strive on the might of tears dried
The roads are long, but as long as there is magic
Chalices full of Time's waters deep
Be, so will I.
THE TREE OF LIFE
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