| Like a mother takes care of her children
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| The nightwind cries for her
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| Hear those silent whispers…
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| Like an infant’s very first words
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| Light a candle for those who once were
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| And the dreams that never came true
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| Hear the silent crying of souls
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| Who lost their way home
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| See a child and how he dies
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| Under the shade of a birch
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| The silent nightwind’s lullaby
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| Rocks the cradle of this world
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| Like a falling star of darkness
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| Fives the final sign of its life
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| This forsaken child of the full moon
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| Searching for a peaceful place to die
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| He sees a tree, the mighty one
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| Like the one of his early years
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| Now he feels the safe under the tree
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| And calls his mother wind
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| See the circle of light and the child
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| Ad his heart full of nightly peace
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| Hear the divine tune, the prettiest one
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| The nightwind’s nightly verse
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| Light a candle for those who once were
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| (And their) hopeful dreams that never came true
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| Hear the silent weeping of souls
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| Who lost their way home |