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High atop a mountainÂ
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                                            the keysÂ
                                            the cards, the missing
                                            pieces
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Wizards held captive:Â
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the innocent mind readers,
the young tarot card dealers,Â
the fishes of dreaming,
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And above their heads,Â
souls that had circled their fortress
                                           waited for their release
                                           for years
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A thousand doves flew by one afternoon, Â
then away Â
as the clouds partedÂ
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No spell could stop themÂ
                                          no curse could turn the blue skies blackÂ
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bigthanks to aphexious for the title