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From Ancestral LandsMy primeval eyes shielded from fearAll truth and vision was blinded, lost The early years, the lost years The link to the ancestral plain Now I wonder, and I wander I journey through strange corridors Of mirrors distorted reflections Crossing paths of unfamiliar memories doors closed on rooms never again entered Sadness grasps hold Longing for this lost part of me Something now unknown And only the end now will reveal the secrets That I long for, how I long for |