Lost again.
Over the valleys deep.
They are lost again.
They traced the desert ways.
They are lost again.
Captured in the desert wild.
A crouching lion lay.
"Please weep not for the maid.
Your Lyca lies deep asleep".
A spirit armed in gold.
Lost again.
Flowed his golden hair.
Lost again.
Gone was all their care.
Lost again.
Where the vision led.
Lost again.
"Please weep not for the maid.
Your Lyca lies deep asleep".
A spirit armed in gold.
A spirit armed in gold.
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