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Flung high
The salutations
The deep curse
And the shudders closed

The spring house
In the making
A good house
Of the many stones
In my soul
And fears I don't know
I hear there's a march
We should go

lost on this road
are there any real
Sundays to find

Unveil
On the rising
The paramount
Of the eyes of kings
As you saw
What I'm seeing
You thaw
From the fires

There's pace
In your game
And wake
In you strays
I ache from the center rounds

Lost on this road
Are there any real
Sundays to find
Lost on this road
Are there any real
Souls

Don't hear what I hear
Don't see what I see
Don't leave what I must
Leave behind

Lost on this road
Are there any real
Sundays to find

This stop
I am hunger
The deep well
Of a stranger hell
And this hearts
A lonely hunter now

I'm lost on this road
Are there any real
Sundays to find

I'm lost on this road
Are there any real
Souls

Are there any real souls
To find