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Time moves slow as you watch through the trees Where the woodsmen and the jackals Make songs for the queen Now paths appear as the jester lights the lamps Goes dancing through the darkness With the moonlight in his hands And will you stray from the borders to the fields Play riddles with the night-born as they huddle in the leaves And as you sleep, the clocks begin to stop The seasons never change in the kingdom of the lost Take my hand through the garden of blue weed Glowing, swaying in the night Leaves you chocking on the breeze The clock tower above you Chimes six bells for the sun As the blind witch of the forest Plays her fiddle just for fun Now you try to return by the pathway through the trees But the lamplights start to go out As the jester takes his leave As you dance on the water the piper plays his song Were you ever seen again now the carnival has gone?