The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.
...if you get confused, just listen to the music play.
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.
Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON'T YOU SEE?
But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart