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Chasing the
the dragon

Standing on the edge of
sailing through my
of a hundred seasons
nothing as it
sand is sweet and is blue
and the moon
destiny her arms
and laughter my tomb

And I felt the sun's upon my wings
but could no stop
from higher
chasing, winding, sliding chase the
morphia

the dragon
chasing the

And I myself in a better time
a rose and a glove
seas of mystery
gifts of gold 'n'
screams within my head
the dragon calls my
gives me comfort me peace
away my pain

And I into the eye of the needle
felt the amber flowing my veins
I ride the white

Chasing the
chasing the

And I felt the heat
upon my
but I could not myself
flying
chasing, winding, chase the dragon
morhia

Chasing the
chasing the
the dragon
chasing the