| Bleak are the hearts in summer, long wintertime
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| We are god-children running, immortal child
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| Out on the chill horizon, shine morning stars
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| Configurations I’ll remember herald one season always
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| Run, run, run, how we run
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| We cry like children
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| In wintergardens now
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| Run, run, run, how we run
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| And play like children
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| In wintergardens now
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| Cry for the pride in our wars, the tragedy
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| Lost in this blinding frenzy, all knowledge fades
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| Crimes of humanity or courageous deeds?
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| No longer see injustice in self destruction always
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| Visions of pain transforming, new heavens come
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| Eternal are the grey skies, gardens invert
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| Nightshades of Eden touch me, forever touch
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| No god has answered prayers here (except ourselves)
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| Run, run, run, how we run
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| We cry like children
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| In wintergardens now
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| Run, run, run, how we run
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| And play like children
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| In wintergardens now
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| Run, run, run, how we run
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| We cry like children
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| In wintergardens now
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| Run, run, run, how we run
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| We play like children
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| In wintergardens now |