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With a solar knife I split the sky
And walk right in between
To search the answers to every why?
Where I have seen the unseen
I stole the colour of night
To get out of your sight
I am the Visionaire
Follow me if you dare...
I count the stars in my hands
And dream myself strong
To watch them twinkle on my command
As once a year in midwinter songs
I stole the colour of night
To get out of your sight
I am the Visionaire
Follow me if you dare...
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