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Where Dragons Fly Words By: Luca Turilli The way is long, time is too short This little footpath seems never to end Green are the trees, musk on the stones How it looks strange this mystical world Sweet smelling rose what do you hide Behind your innocense red like my blood Hungry for victory, hungry for love Love for the earth that made me her son Strong and invincible serving my cry Go now and ride there where dragons fly The rocks appear in front of me When the first shadow prelude to dark Near...

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