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Turgid calls the winter charge |
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True adventures of awaking hearts |
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Nights are overwhelmed by gloom |
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We will see foxes in the moon |
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Valleys drop, mountains rise |
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Lift your head, brave the skies |
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All of the forgotten names |
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Lakes are forming on the pockets of your brain |
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And there in the distant glow |
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A shadow on shadow |
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At once so strong and weak |
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In the sunken lines they speak |
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You think it's gone, my friend |
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But it comes back again |
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Senescence or senility |
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How long until you sleep? |
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Discarded for all it's worth |
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Now it's quiet under this fresh earth |
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Valleys drop, mountains rise |
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Lift your head, brave the skies |
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You think it's gone, my friend |
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But it comes back again |
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And there is a final cry |
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A whimper and a sigh |
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And what was fast is slow |
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And what was brass is gold |
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Valleys drop, mountains rise |
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Lift your head, brave the skies |
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You think it's gone, my friend |
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But it comes back again |
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You think it's gone, my friend |
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But it comes back again |
