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I have dreamed of a place where the lake meets the landYou are older than the trees and I am older than the sandThere's more than the light from a disappearing dayIt's less than the night will convince you to remainIt's more like the sound of a desperate paradePlaying songs for the sailors in the oceans we have madeAnd I've asked for your hand, she gave me awayWas less than your heart but I took it anywayAnd I buried it inside and I could not be betrayedAnd I lost touch with that place and the image that it madeWe stood on the sand and we looked to the wavesPlaying songs for the fallen and the ones we have savedI have lost much more than I hope to retainBut it's better to have stood upright than to cower in shameSo I fought with conviction and I fought with skillI fought with courage every man that I killAnd I did as I was told to and I did it very wellAnd hoped that my great lord would protect me from HellAnd I foreseen a time where my body is goneAnd the bodies of others will be trampled uponLetras de cancionesAnd there's a terrible hatred and there's a terrible painAnd as soon as it's over, it starts up againBut you stand at the place where the lake meets the landAnd I offer you nothing and you give me your hand From Letras Mania