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If you happen to wander into this decrepit corner of the internet and for some reason wish to contact me, you may do so via LJ .
The planet's puppet masters almost surely have a plan.
There's clearly maybe something there beyond the realm of man.
And until you've throughouly tested every last close chested view,
I find the more think you know the less that you really do.
Where would we be, without Neocities?
Cause we know they're lying to us, just don't know to what degree.
Welcome back to the days of this forest
Welcome back to your story
The song of the wind that shakes the leaves of the trees
To the memories and the future that will take a thousand years to tell
Welcome home, welcome home, welcome home
If you've forgotten, the shadow play of the sun through the trees
Even the way to fly
In the mirror on the surface of the river, carved out of the rock
I see your reflection one after the other
You can be anything. You can be anything.
The song of the wind that rustles the leaves on the trees
To the memories and the future that will take a thousand years to tell
Welcome back to the days of this forest
Welcome back to your story
Moonlight shines on the misty beast path
I'll show you many worlds over the course of a night
Wherever you go, wherever you go
Welcome home, welcome home
Welcome home, welcome home
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