Everything but a shadow
In a land of the mystic meadow.
A song on the keys that I play
Or the setting sun at the end of the day.
Down my chin the stumbling silver tears
The quite whisperers of my haunting fears.
The laughter, joy, or a smile
The reapers for you and I.
As words to magic pour
An enchanted key locks a door
There roots in the earth are frail
And no traveler leaves behind a trail
Where everything is a but a shadow
In a land of the mystic meadow
Written by Akira Yuuki
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