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Live by dreaming |
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A walkabout in olden slopes |
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Wake up sleeping |
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In soil covered in ice |
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Where will the roses grow |
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Floating in a haze |
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Like seaweed to the shore |
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Who will bring back the silky scents |
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Of the hills of evermore |
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Then I woke up at the first break of night |
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My eyes were the only light |
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And I shall count these the last days of the sun |
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And seek comfort in darkness |
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'Til my life thread is spun |
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The colours of black |
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The music of the night |
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Throw your voice high into the air full of pride |
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Find your own road to glory |
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Use what powers life may give you |
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Never cease the fight |
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If you cannot win the day |
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Seize the night |
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Only given pleasure; to learn to yearn for it |
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Only given light; to be blind without it |
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Only given power; to be scared to use it |
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Only given mind; to finally lose it |
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The colours of black |
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The music of the night |
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Maybe this is my true realm |
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In truth I may be blinded by light |
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If such is indeed my purpose |
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I shall seize the night |
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Throw your voice high into the air full of pride |
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Find your own road to glory |
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Use what powers life may give you |
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Never cease the fight |
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If you cannot win the day |
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Seize the night |
