Talisman

Trinket worn with colours matching saddened eyes has lost its magic touch
 People from a distant hill have crossed an ever-stretching sea of sand
 Artificial flowers cannot die for life within them is illusion
 Talisman, talisman grace my hand
 Talisman grace my hand
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 Figures made of pedigrees control the non-existent soul of John Smith
 Walk the creature let it run but slacken not the rope to which it's bound
 Ships in bottles cannot sail and neither can a tombstone kill a feather
 Talisman, talisman grace my hand
 Talisman grace my hand
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 Kings are nothing more without the glory and the wealth behind their thinking
 Let me feel the choice of seeing dawn or setting sun before I die
 Myriads of painted faces rush behind the eye of the uncertain
 Talisman, talisman grace my hand
 Talisman grace my hand
 
 Let me live only to do
 And let me do only to live
 My steel image comes with the sun
 And that's where it slumbers now
 
 Talisman, talisman grace my hand
 Talisman grace my hand