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At night I heard the owls say : "Find the truth beneath the stars You'll have to travel back to heaths of green The entrance to the oak woods will be revealed to you A king will tell you to ride until" The leaves on the trees from black colour turn to green There to find the oak woods I seek, where the old oaks still speak At night I heard the old king say: "To find your journey through the dark You'll have to travel on a field of green" Through time dark landscapes leave their place to grasslands of joy Bestowed to ancient oak woods here I ... ... stand astonished by green, light of power covers me to understand the nature of ma