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Shadow, for every light there be. |
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Sorrow, not always dark is she. |
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High above the clouds, on nightowls we will fly away from fear. |
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Wakeful, there'll be no rest tonight. |
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But still now, no candles shall I light. |
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High above the clouds. |
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Restless souls will find the gates of dawn. |
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Epitaphs and photographs, boxes full of dreams. |
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Wait for me, children of the night.. |
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Can you hear the shadows calling? It's the midnight song. |
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Open doors that have been closed for far too long. |
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Grey cats in darkness sing the midnight song. |
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And when morning breaks its entry, they'll be gone. |
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Olden slopes and golden ropes, nothing's what it seems. |
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To know the morning you must learn the night. |
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Can you hear the shadows calling? It's the midnight song. |
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Open doors that have been closed for far too long. |
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Grey cats in darkness sing the midnight song. |
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And when morning breaks its entry, they'll be gone. |
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Can you hear the shadows calling? |
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It's the midnight song. |
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Will be gone... |
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Shadow, for every light there be. |
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Joy now! First rays of light I see... |
