Every labyrinth has a felt of the wind
In that gentle voice I felt the wind
Leave this room of loneliness and solitude
The key to the riddle is always in your hands
Solely up to you
Enveloped in the infinite sky
That is where we'll live
If we open the door and fly out
We'll head into the future
Somewhere new
Perhaps colourful?
Where I'll find you shining
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