| Stay…
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| As the Legend comes true…
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| Among the virgin snows we are Her silent envoys
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| We make you dream
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| About what’s happened
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| Long ago
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| So long ago…
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| I’ve seen you off by a vernal sunrise
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| To meet again in autumn dusk
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| And overcome with sudden uneasiness
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| A fine delight of my throbbing heart
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| Be standing quiet, blessed with oblivion
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| Inhaling the freshness of your enchanting cold
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| And feel this strange severe fondness
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| You grant me captured to behold
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| These calm and solemn snowfalls
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| In which I am drowning, revealing
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| That the death is no more
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| Being lost from this Earth
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| I am yet to be found
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| Among the stars not known
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| Before
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| «I am not the only one
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| Who drifts away into the Might of this Night
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| The decision’s yours so will you join me?
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| We could, if dared, defeat the Height…»
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| Please go dance with me
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| Before I fall asleep
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| And teach me one more word of
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| Your perfect tongue…
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| As you are the only one
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| I want to talk to
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| I wish to talk to
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| I’d like to talk to…
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| You…
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| No! |
| Wait… I know. |
| I’m doomed to talk to…
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| Bring the Crown!
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| Bring the Crown!
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| For a prince of this Misery
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| In the glow of the Northern Lights
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| To become a true king…
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| And till the end of the time He’ll dwell unopposed
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| Once being beheaded — Forever be Crowned…
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| I open heart for my eyes to see
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| The skies are crying turning grey
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| Today I seem to fail to find the decent cause
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| That would persuade me to stay |