| So, we begin, a perfect launch a perfect wind
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| Pictures pave the road ahead
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| A winding way, a silent dread
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| Then I see
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| One thousand fires
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| Like stars they fill my eyes
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| One thousand fires
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| Flames burning midnight skies
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| Caution to wind, we push further to the end
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| And there she stands, all alone
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| Her tired eyes, her flesh and bone
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| And I see
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| One thousand fires
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| Like stars they fill my eyes
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| One thousand fires
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| Flames burning midnight skies
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| And it’s never ending, this sky high white night
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| Feels like I’m descending out of reason
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| While mountains burn before my eyes
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| While mountains burn
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| Winters end is falling beneath ash on the wind
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| As the March flames take all away
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| With one glance, I felt her desperate eyes call to me
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| Then she turned to give herself away
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| And so we end, as we began so long ago
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| Pictures fade, the road behind
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| Still she stands, still she cries |