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Every time, when the full moon is high |
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Silver and bright in the sky |
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Over the mountains and trees that sleep deep |
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Lie, all my dreams as a child |
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Filled with the secret desire |
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To run away far from the walls around us |
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Far, far from the things that we know, |
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Just faith, keeping me warm in the cold, |
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Don't need to think where we'll go |
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Where the cold wind takes us |
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And the world can't trace us |
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When they hear our voices one by one the stars will fall for us |
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So out, in the darkness I'll rise, |
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No sheild and no swoard by my side, |
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For grace and for virtue I'll fly and we'll go. |
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Far, far from the things that we know, |
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Leave behind, all of our silver and gold, |
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Don't need to think where we'll go |
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Where the cold wind takes us |
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And the world can't trace us |
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When they hear our voices one by one the stars will fall for us |
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I, found a way through the woods that was beautiful |
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Although, made of stones like a bridge to a miricale |
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We'll look to the sky for the |
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Bright constellation and go |
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Where the cold wind takes us |
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And the world can't trace us |
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When they here our voices one by one the star will fall for us |
