| Blow hateful wind
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| Cold on faithless skin
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| Higher than the highest high
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| Love will find a way to you again
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| Flow bitter seas
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| Thrown down on buckled knees
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| Colder than the oldest sin
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| Love will find a way to you again
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| Can you speak it?
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| Yes, I’ll speak of thin, bleak winter moons
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| Will you speak it?
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| Yes, to boneless ghosts of empty rooms
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| And repeat it?
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| Yes, to maddened priests of waste and ruin
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| But love will find a way to you again
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| Blow wind
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| Blow hateful wind
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| Love will find a way to you again
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| Yes, love will find a way to you again
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| Love will find a way to you again |