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Torches to guide the way |
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To walk the misty paths |
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The forest seems like a shelter |
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On this cold winter night |
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A huge fire is reflecting shadows |
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Of youth and old age |
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As the open place is reached |
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And the elderly take their seats |
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This is the night of the season's change |
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And a new fire shall be lit |
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A silent moment to remember the deceased (The way our ancestors did) |
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Season's change |
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Season's change |
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Traditional music containing the soul of a people |
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On this cold winter night |
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Again a circle completed and rituals more ancient |
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As if the son of |
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God never arrived |
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Memories subconsciously always present |
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Vague visions of past centuries |
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This is the night! |
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When season's change |
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This is the night! |
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When season's change |
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The trees seem to whisper their names |
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The wind is full of a thousand voices |
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As if summoned from the past |
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Though no words are needed |
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A tribe will never die! |
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Memories subconsciously always present |
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Vague visions of past centuries |
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Appearing in the mind |
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Images of times we may have never lived |
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Yet oh so present, so divine! |
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This is the night when season's change |