When I fly towards a different world
I see the clearest dawn
hazy sights through sore salt see
Then I'll make my vows
Is it voice or is it void that pulls
Pushing me into the morning
It does not matter where shall I go
Crash through the doors that I thought were closed
Standing on the edge inside
Waiting for a word
Stormclouds drift in turning skies
At last I hold the key
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