Vecordia - Wyobraźnia

At least once each resident emptiness
So let's fill it in mind that once
The truth will become and you will not run away because
Sam created it, you gave her rhythm

Imagination has extraordinary taste
Each gold thought you lived in
You can go back to when you want it, you know
You created it - you can not escape

Mind's eye he saw the golden fields
Wild birds along the lake and singing merry
Forests dark, shrouded in a strange green
Alien and unknown trails and roads of new lot
Dangerous hill with peaks in the clouds
Persistent winds which have lost the spirit of
Stray butterflies among the morning grass
Garden full of flowers behind the iron gate

Imagination has extraordinary taste
Each gold thought you lived in
You can go back to when you want it, you know
You created it - you can not escape

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At least once each resident emptiness
So let's fill it in mind that once
The truth will become and you will not run away because
Sam created it, you gave her rhythm

Imagination (imagination is) extraordinary taste (unusual taste)
Any idea of gold (any idea of gold) in you lives
You can go back to when you want it you know
You created it - you can not escape