With a solar knife, I split the sky, and walk right in between
To search the answers to every "Why?"
Where I have seen the unseen
I stole the colour of the night, to get out of your sight
I am the visionaire, follow me if you dare
I count the stars in my hands, and dream myself strong
To watch them twinkle on my command
As once a year, in midwinter songs
I stole the colour of the night, to get out of your sight
I am the visionaire, follow me if you dare
I stole the colour of the night, to get out of your sight
I am a visionair, follow me if you dare
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