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Beyond the window of your thoughts From deepest shadows of the waste swamps By the eyes of whitebeard to the espied space, Oasis of silence, that crystal beauty of solitude, I gaze I am an opened book, mind including of all A desire fleshed in knowledge An uncovered spring accessible to each Majestic shrine so distant for that who don't see Not everybody can enter to the hall of infrequent Where is allowed to peer into itself Profoundness is denied to the blind Can't be understood without the self-belief In your weakness you're seeking the god The cause of your spiritual torments is material Don't willing to see, don't want to hear You're vain and I despise with ye The gates are agape opened Is permitted to come in who opens the eyes Finished will be roaming on the wrong paths I am an uncovered spring accessible to each Majestic shrine so distant for that who don't see I won't weep for your blindness I am the one that will forgive myself Not everybody can enter to the hall of infrequent Where is allowed to peer into itself From Letras Mania