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Artefact Precious Things

Spirits and spells I inhale W hen i describe the feeling Its gonna lose its meaning Perhaps having no meaning Is the nature of its being These things

As I enter This long evaded place It makes me wonder What has set the chase Open eyes With closed eyes See never seen things Feel the warmth it brings

all the familiar faces. I Would like to stay a while, If you don't mind. I'm cold and need a touch A friendly smile and such... Such a thing Is what

(Instrumental)

Run, my child And leave your toys, behind. They will come, for you So leave the things, which are on your mind. Tears are running down my cheeks, When