| The night is about to fall
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| 'Never surrender' - I still hear them call
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| Images (are) passing by
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| I must watch him waving a last goodbye
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| It’s not that he’s gone away
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| It’s the secure feeling he will not stay
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| A wanderer leaving the land
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| He once had entered to rise again
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| Thousands cry
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| Until the blood runs low
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| They make the river flow
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| That he’ll sail on
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| Are we that alone?
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| The king is leaving
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| Off to a land unknown
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| And though I’m wondering why
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| The king has left
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| The spirit we now call our own
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| He lit up our life!
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| 1000 days passed by
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| From the very moment he stepped into our lives
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| Words were not his deal
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| What he brought to us is the power to feel
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| The power to believe
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| The power to walk on, the power to see
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| To determine wrong from right
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| The power to check out the step from dark to light
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| Sometimes I’m even more afraid
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| Of times beyond the gates of now
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| Remembering his glory
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| Pounds my will onto the ground
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| Can you hear us cry?
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| Can you see our kingdom die?
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| No!
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| Now for me it’s plain to see
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| That everything I want to be
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| Can be done by holding on
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| In hard and gruelling times
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| We are rising high |