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STEVE HACKETT >> Merchandise Links
STEVE HACKETT
Stone mirror mountain rises from a low stream The scent of flowers like an ocean of weeds I take a boat formed like a long handled sword The Heavens are vast and the sea is broad What's my name We find the great cave of burning clouds The water horses come flickering down A gap in consciousness a picture takes shape I hear a thundering A tidal wave breaks What's my name
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