| Standing in the forest, so cold
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| Watching the snow fall silently
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| And the orphaned gleaming fires
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| While the wind caresses the firs
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| Enjoying the emptiness and
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| And clarity
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| Will I ever find my solace?
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| Will my thirst ever pass?
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| Still riding the nightly roads
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| And walking the paths of perception
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| The years passed fast, carving my heart
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| I drank from the grail of joy
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| Finding clarity in wilderness
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| And chaos in the dark
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| Against my fate, the tide
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| Will I ever find my solace?
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| Will my thirst ever pass?
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| Still lighting the nightly fires
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| When everybody has gone
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| Is gone
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| Will I ever find my solace?
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| Will my thirst ever pass?
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| Still lighting the nightly fires
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| When everybody has gone
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| Is gone |