| Here I stand and alas, of a warrior’s class
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| Apprentice turned sorcerer I
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| I have seen many wars end, made the battle, my friend
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| None am I afraid to defy
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| I’ve done as I please yet I fall to my knees
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| Weak and bleeding sure that I am through
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| And as I lay there to die I can see the night sky
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| And suddenly I’m thinking of you
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| Does the crescent moon rise by the light of your eyes?
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| Can you see the star that I’m wishing on?
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| And is it shining as bright from where you see it tonight?
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| And does the love that you feel make you strong?
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| On my twelve swords I’m yours
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| Until you need me no more
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| And I’ll wish away 'til morning
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| Like a harvested husk another city sacked at dusk
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| The rampaging conquest goes well
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| But I can not erase the memory of our embrace
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| Without you I’d’ve died where I fell
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| And I must ask again is the battle, my friend
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| What will my life and sorcery be?
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| I only know this is true that indeed I love you
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| And I ask by the first star I see
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| Does the crescent moon rise by the light of your eyes?
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| Can you see the star that I am wishing on?
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| And is it shining as bright from where you see it tonight?
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| And does the love that you feel make you strong?
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| Does the crescent moon rise by the light of your eyes?
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| Can you see the star that I am wishing on?
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| And is it shining as bright from where you see it tonight?
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| And does the love that you feel make you strong?
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| On my twelve swords I am yours
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| Until you need me no more
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| And I’ll wish away 'til morning
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| And I’ll wish away 'til morning |