The twins asleep in the fiery dawn,
In the wood the fight goes on.
The wind in the maze,
The voice of the song.
Through the storm the glow live on.
In the mirror the girls are shown,
Little but big in the dream alone.
To find their way,
To see the glow,
They must wander through the harden snow.
To create the change,
And return to the past,
They must float and erase the power that has been cast.
In the darkness the illusion grows strong.
In their sleep they must move on.
For when the illusion grows so strong,
The past will be gone.
The shot has been taken,
The time has come.
They must move quickly.
They must be gone!
For the illusion has grown to strong!
The shield will protect them but not for long.
The mist of the rain will freeze them in time.
The thunder of the shield reveals the sign.
They’re freed by the prism of light.
They return to the past to sleep at night.
For the illusion will never be out of sight.
They will always be free from the dream inside.

 
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