The moon retreats behind a silver cloud as darkness throws its cloak towards the earth and mystery replaces what thought we knew To turn the stone, to turn the stone The one dimension only shows one side but do we see the same through different eyes as you and I peer into life's kaleidoscope To turn the stone, to turn the stone Eternal sands of time shift endlessly behind a veil of motionless disguise an eyelid flash is all it really seems to need To turn the stone, to turn the stone to turn the stone, to turn the stone
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