| Hear the night toll in my breath
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| The cold lights dance overhead
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| Here the lake stares with dark eyes
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| Trees are their lashes of ice
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| See the star’s glare float upstream
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| Shedding its skin with dead leaves
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| Seems like the sky’s falling up
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| The wind wraps itself with my lungs
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| The sea that we saw was a desert of snowfall
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| The children of frost marched into the deadly dawn
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| In their great awe they found an old seesaw
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| And as they got on, the season of dark had gone
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| Dream with the nomads of light
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| Their dogs and their gods are all blind
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| Sing as white pours from dark veins
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| Bless all the earth that it paints
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| The sea that we saw was a desert of snowfall
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| The children of frost marched into the deadly dawn
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| In their great awe they found an old seesaw
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| And as they sat down, the season of dark had come
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| In our great awe we found an old seesaw
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| And as we sat down, our season had come
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| The sea that we saw was a desert of snowfall
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| The children of frost are wrapped in the dawn
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| At a great cost we found an old seesaw
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| And as we sat down, a new season had come
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| The sea that we saw was a desert of snowfall
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| My children of frost march on and greet the dawn |