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He's heading north |
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With silent shout |
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And quiet reverence |
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The wish to be granted |
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He's come to catch |
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His midnight sun |
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A star to wish upon |
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Bleached in northern lights |
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It's cold, he's told its beauty was irresistible |
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He's brave; he's safe in this land of his dreams |
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The moon will rise to see him off |
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One day there will be time to put his mind to rest |
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He will find his cave |
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A shelter to keep them out |
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It's dark, the mark appears in the distance of his tired |
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eyes |
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The golden light hits his unconscious mind |
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It proves the goal is here for him |
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He has come too close |
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The end so fair and sparkling |
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Wind will blow his mind back to where it belongs |
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Time will change, and time will broaden his mind |
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Monuments of ancient beliefs are written in stone |
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Not fading to keep the word of faith. |
