| He came your way
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| and when he had to go there were roses growing in the snow.
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| Silently you’ll go to the shadow of your soul
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| and you know that it was like this before: he had to go You will never see these lights
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| glowing in your nights,
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| until you feel this way.
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| With every moon it is as though you’re getting closer to your soul
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| and then you go alone — and with no fear
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| then you will know
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| that it was like this before: he had to go And you will find that you were blind
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| until you saw these lights — glowing in your nights.
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| He came your way
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| and when he had to go there were roses growing in the snow
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| Silently you’ll go to the shadow of your soul
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| but you know it was like this before — he had to go.
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| You will never see these lights
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| glowing in your nights
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| if you don’t know…
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| there are roses growing in the snow. |