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A misty morning |
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Calls me deep |
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Arise from neath the flame |
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I leave the battlefields of night |
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To take arms with the day |
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The time has come |
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For to rise again |
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For the ones I cannot name |
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The open fire |
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Father calls for me |
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The burning message hides |
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The wind would give me |
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A bar to trade |
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the pattern of the tides |
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The time has come |
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For to rise again |
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For the ones I cannot name |
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I rest my soul |
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On a distant hill |
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The time has come |
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For to rise again |
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For the ones I cannot name |
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I rest my soul |
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On a distant hill |
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My sleeping form |
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To disappear |
