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When the moon is full |
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She spreads her black wings |
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And holds me into her arms. |
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Her ice cold fingers |
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Embrace my back |
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As I fall asleep again. |
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In her arms. |
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The moon gazes down upon us. |
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Before the ball of light catches us we'll be gone. |
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On my right the Northern light burns bright |
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It makes me feel so alive. |
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Frozen trees and icy lakes |
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This has become my home again. |
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I wrap my arms around her scaly throat and hold on tight. |
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The cold winter air stings my lungs |
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As we go higher and higher into the bed of clouds. |
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I am the Winter's Son |