Walking through the fields
Holding hands so tight
These dreams are of tomorrow
As they fade into the night
These words, Spoken tomorrow
So many things we can not know
The times are filled with shadow
And places we can not go
Each step along the way
Is a building filled with time
Each stone within its structure
Sings an ancient rhyme
'walk down the stepping stones
gently come to me
Walk down the stepping stones
beauty you will see.
Hollow now, down the way
These words I will sing
Hollow now, is the day
black gems upon the ring'
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