Early in the Morning
Early in the morning, on this blooming day 
A heart is sadly calling     
For someone far away     

Its voice is like the whisper of a crying horn... 
A silent flight of fairies     
Has got lost in a storm     

Enchanted lands forever are hidden from the eyes 
No man can ever reach them 
No one can pay the price     

No gates are ever open, no mercy for the fool 
Who's looking for an answer -     
There is no law, no rule     

Where magic is forbidden, there is no place for us 
The silent, fallen fairies     
Dead lying in the grass

June 11, 1997
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