paroles de chanson
Wreathed
in
fir,
a
floral
gate
To
a
world,
a
different
state
And
I
take
a
little
comfort
in
the
person
with
my
name
As
the
shifting
point
of
reason
takes
shape
And
the
lines,
they
paint
my
face
Older
me,
another
day
And
the
leaves
are
fractals
floating
As
they
tinker
in
the
sky
And
the
turning
point
of
reason
magnifies
Such
a
perfect
light
beam
that
shines
on
through
Such
a
wondrous
feeling
that
pours
onto
And
the
heart
wants
what
the
heart
knows
And
it's
leading
me
to
you
Innocence
in
what
we
mean
Some
of
you
and
some
of
me
And
I
take
a
little
comfort
in
the
thoughts
of
what
we'll
be
And
the
turning
point
of
reason,
family
tree
Such
a
perfect
light
beam
that
shines
on
through
Such
a
wondrous
feeling
that
pours
into
And
the
heart
wants
what
the
heart
knows
And
it's
leading
me
to
you
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