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The sky is black
The earth is still
The night - a silence one can feel
We move alone
In days long gone
The past is our soul

Here we stand
In olden dress
Tonight we travel back
Noble lords and ladies
Around us waltz
To them, we are the dream

We go and see
The fights of old
Of tournament and war
Frolic we and
Cheer them on
Until the day is gone

The magic fades
The people gone
We return to the night
Mundane we return
To the world
Past days stay always in our heart