The moon has set beyond the waves
And the sun begins to speak
As we wander through the once busy streets
We come to see the dreams
The night never repeats itself
Nor the wind that blows today
But the roads that lead to Gods town
Are deserted like any other day
To here we have arrived
And from here we shall depart
These roads, they never die
Leading us to crossroads.
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