| Cold and Darkness, where is your strenght?
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| Ice and Snow, where is your dominion?
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| When the sun of eternal life rises over the barren wilderness
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| You flee like scared sparrows…
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| You melt and pour out of time.
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| Sitting there in the snow I felt the cold conquer me,
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| alone and freezing away from the illusion of warmth,
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| which lived so strongly within me.
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| Should I close my eyes for the last time?
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| Should I give up my breath which makes the light of my life?
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| Uncertainty doesn’t kill,
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| its sword only cuts the thorns in its way…
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| Many days came and went.
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| Nights streamed rapidly by…
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| Watching the shadows dance in the past,
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| hearing the flow of rain in the quiet loneliness…
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| The constant quest of man for what is right.
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| The hope of life shining brightest when the night is as darkest?
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| The mystery smiles at me…
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| Time, coiled up, is held in Thy hand.
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| Oh, God, Thy way is mine…
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| And so, the feeling was reborn,
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| like the sweet perfume of the deep forest,
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| like the expectancy of the beast of prey
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| after its long winter sleep.
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| It was a particular day,
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| unlike too many others
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| when I plucked up courage
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| and rose from my prison bed.
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| Oh, there was heard a familiar sound…
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| the signal of the end of the night,
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| indicating a recollection was born:
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| Springtime approaching in all its glorious beauty,
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| stealthily, silently like a whisper…
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| The spring…
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| I was given the grace once again to behold dawn
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| …the Gift. |
| It was true.
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| I was there at the horizon of life, at the mirror of the soul.
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| The gate to the feast of light…
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| All concepts have lost their meaning,
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| few understand what Beauty means,
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| few understand its might.
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| The Gift… A melody born in Heaven
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| An intimation of everlasting constancy.
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| It is dancing in the room…
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| Musical tones fill the silence
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| Was it but a dream?
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| No, nothing in the realm of dreams can be so wonderful.
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| I am thirsting for more…
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| The sweetness of your wine is a remedy.
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| Yes, the sweetness of the wine is beauty fulfilled…
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| Tones saying more than a thousand words.
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| Who can tell their meaning? |