Deserts of the Higher Plane

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Deserts of the Higher Plane

Searches end, I had to admit
Mirages were never towns
Till I finally quit with my damages aloft
Holding what I can’t, what I can’t allow

Desserts of the Higher Plane roll along
Desserts of the higher plane roll along

Time, expected till I saw your face
I always thought I’d let go.
Till I must concede, that these damages are real
Holding stones of what I can’t allow

Desserts of the Higher Plane roll along
Desserts of the higher plane roll along

languages learned and forgot
Karorsene burned for a cause
Days of searching .
Days of the lost.
Desserts of the higher plane
Desserts of the higher plane
Rolling on.