| Love rising from the mists
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| Promise me this and only this
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| Holy breath touching me, like a wind song
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| Sweet communion of a kiss
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| Sun sifting through the grey
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| Enter in, reach me with a ray
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| Silently swooping down, just to show me
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| How to give my heart away
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| Once a crystal choir
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| Appeared while I was sleeping
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| And called my name
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| And when they came down nearer
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| Saying, «Dying is done,»
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| Then a new song was sung
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| Until somewhere we breathed as one
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| And still I hear their whisper
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| Stars bursting in the sky
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| Hear the sad nova’s dying cry
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| Shimmering memory, come and hold me
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| While you show me how to fly
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| Sun sifting through the grey
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| Enter in, reach me with a ray
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| Silently swooping down, just to show me
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| How to give my heart away
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| Lately sparkling hosts
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| Come fill my dreams, descending
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| On fiery beams
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| I’ve seen 'em come clear down
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| Where our poor bodies lay
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| Soothe us gently and say
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| «Gonna wipe all your teas away.»
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| And still I hear their whisper…
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| Love, rising from the mists
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| Promise me this and only this
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| Holy breath touching me, like a wind song
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| Sweet communion of a kiss |