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There was a mist upon the land
As I took the crooked path
In the enchantment, I was mad
As the spirites dragged me to the past
It was underneath the autumn sun
In the Arcadian kingdom come
On aphrodisia I was drunk
I was away in the Land of Love
In the fields of the Nymphs I lost my mind
In the fields of the Nymphs I went sideways trought time
Dragged away to the prismic haze
To the netherworld with eyes a-glaze
I would never be the same
I'm a fool, and I'm to blame
In the fields of the Nymphs I lost my mind
In the fields of the Nymphs I went sideways trought time
In the field of the Nymphs
'twas the sweet poison wine
In the field of the Nymphs.
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