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alchemy

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Spirit rise
Thunder through eyes
Discovering hidden skies
Don't say goodbye
Read the fortune teller's lips
Because that's where the real meaning is
and not in the newspaper horroscope

Watch lead become gold
A blackened soul
Shown itself in the mirror
Shatters and is reborn in gold

Height of ten thousand feet
The raindrops of philosphers stone
Drip on lead streets
During calcination
Into deep mind seperations
Filling in deep wells