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Night arrives again in the northern woods |
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Cloaking all light under its dim hood |
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All is silent except for the winds mellow croon |
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Echoing in the midwinter night |
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And when shadeof the swan reflects from ice |
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You will know that someone has died |
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And when the wind blows from the north you can hear the souls cry |
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And in the moon's pale light |
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Death took the form of an swan |
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Up from the depths of |
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Tuonela it rose to its wings |
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Age old song of death it sings |
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And when shade of the swan reflects from ice |
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You will know that someone has died |
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And when the wind blows from the north |
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As she silently flies through the nightskies |
