[ti:A long song about something sophisiticated]
[al:The Border (of life and death)]
[ar:Northwich Committee of Magic Researches]
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[00:00.00]It is my passion, it is my desire
[00:00.00]To begin to sing, to set out to recite
[00:00.00]A song of the dead, a story of the gone
[00:00.00]To comfort their souls, and those of our own
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[00:00.00]I am not a storyteller with good stories
[00:00.00]What I sing is what I saw, and also what I feel
[00:00.00]Not so grand as these of the old minstrel
[00:00.00]Not so delicate as those of a playwright
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[00:00.00]Once there was this lady who thought
[00:00.00]That all killing is simply evil
[00:00.00]And she sold her power, sold her soul
[00:00.00]For a pact with a priest of death
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[00:00.00]When everything got settled and dusted
[00:00.00]Came the manipulator from a gap
[00:00.00]She said that all must stop at once
[00:00.00]But as it turned out it was a late effort
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[00:00.00]And so years went by, flew was the time
[00:00.00]It was a tale so dreadful that no one would tell
[00:00.00]One day after the erection of walls
[00:00.00]Again the peace went away from the land
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[00:00.00]Snow kept falling, Spring lay asleep
[00:00.00]No one knew the reason, no one had a clue
[00:00.00]Three went out searching to find out the truth
[00:00.00]Petal-like snowflakes caressed them all
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[00:00.00]The red shrine maiden, a carefree one
[00:00.00]She ran out of donations, so she set out
[00:00.00]To see and to discover, what evil on earth
[00:00.00]Dragged her into a whole new crisis
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[00:00.00]The silver head maid, a steadfast one
[00:00.00]Her masters consumed too much tea
[00:00.00]'The stock'll be gone', she said, to herself
[00:00.00]And she went out to replenish their stowage
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[00:00.00]The black magician, an ordinary one
[00:00.00]She'd no particular motive at all
[00:00.00]It might have been simply too much boredom
[00:00.00]Or it was she hated being left behind
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[00:00.00]The three set their steps on a trip
[00:00.00]Neither to heaven, nor to hell
[00:00.00]As their destination has the distinction
[00:00.00]For accommodating all dead souls
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[00:00.00]As they each paved their ways through the snow
[00:00.00]Cleared all confusions, and got above
[00:00.00]Dealt with the border of noise and music
[00:00.00]They reached the gate of the netherworld
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[00:00.00]A half-human-half-ghost, a determined gatekeeper
[00:00.00]An attentive gardener, a sinewy sword-bearer
[00:00.00]She was feisty as the Spring that was lost
[00:00.00]And cold as the Winter that hadn't gone
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[00:00.00]Her master, a princess, of eternal youth
[00:00.00]A dead soul awaken, a ghost, two-foot
[00:00.00]Had smuggled the Spring, secretly stored it
[00:00.00]Inside of her archaic cherry tree
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[00:00.00]The cherry tree, in full bloom, a boon companion
[00:00.00]Guarded her corpse alongside her powers
[00:00.00]But under the lively look on the surface
[00:00.00]It was a lighthouse leading to death
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[00:00.00]An intensive conversation, an intense battle
[00:00.00]A clash between different innocent desires
[00:00.00]So long did it rage in the world of the dead
[00:00.00]That it eventually made the flowers go wild
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[00:00.00]There are plenty accounts that tell
[00:00.00]How the incident came to an end
[00:00.00]While most of these focus at the process and battles
[00:00.00]Little was said about the story after
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[00:00.00]Then, all the snow halted falling
[00:00.00]Spring got free of its captivity
[00:00.00]On a bright and warm new day
[00:00.00]The resurrected princess made a request
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[00:00.00]She didn't talk a lot about her past
[00:00.00]But an old friend of her was brought up
[00:00.00]That friend, she said, was as always
[00:00.00]Lying firm for another endless hibernation
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[00:00.00]She wanted someone to give her friend
[00:00.00]Her greetings, regards, and a kick
[00:00.00]First to inform about their reunion
[00:00.00]Then to get her out of her bed
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[00:00.00]So the three went back from the reign of the dead
[00:00.00]Returning to life in every sense
[00:00.00]And went to search for a certain person
[00:00.00]Residing in the boundaries of everything
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[00:00.00]Some petty disputes, a little malentendu
[00:00.00]After all the hostess was fully awaken
[00:00.00]The wily weasel, seventeen years old
[00:00.00]Went out to her friend for a rendezvous
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[00:00.00]With the dead got revitalised
[00:00.00]And the sage reclaimed her passion
[00:00.00]Spring spread through the land
[00:00.00]The story came to its end
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[00:00.00]And as things they all got settled
[00:00.00]The land of illusions again was in peace
[00:00.00]While none may ever fathom all the facts
[00:00.00]A song about these lasses would glide on