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Reality died
With the setting sun
Chilling winds are breathing
In the trees

Voices whisper
The saga lives on
Imagination decides
What the eye is to see

Come forth o wanderer
Be brave
As you enter the cave
Reality died   With the setting sun   Chilling winds are breathing   In the trees      Voices whisper   The saga lives on   Imagination decides   What the eye is to see      Come forth o wanderer   Be brave   As you enter the cave