Lost
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We were born from the little water drops
Drops from the crystal clear lake
One night our chalices of life were filled
And handed out to us
There among the trees we took our first steps into the dark
Lead by the darkness, tempted by the insidious one
Innocent children betrayed and lost
As all those countless lost souls
Longing for their last blessing
Praying for their life
While the chalices of life were drying out
Considering escape from this world
As victims of the insidious one
We walk on the wrong path
Holding our drained chalices
Entwined with the dark
Wandering side by side
With the insidious one
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