| Sleep now in the fire
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| It’s burning high, it’s stoking hopes and fears
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| Sleep now in the fire
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| You lit for yourself
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| Call on me, little darling
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| And I will wake you up from this dream
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| So, at last, we will cross
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| Our souls will meet
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| When the seas will run dry
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| And the lands will die
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| We are children in time
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| We grow old each day
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| Repentance is a path
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| That we can not walk for long, my dear
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| For seven days and nights
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| I have watched you sleeping tight
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| Come with me and I will show you how to choose a side
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| So, at last, we will cross
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| Our souls will meet
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| When the seas will run dry
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| And the lands will die
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| We are children in time
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| We grow old each day
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| Repentance is a path
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| That we can not walk, my dear
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| Ease your mind in the wind
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| It’s on your side, it’s like the truest friend
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| It is telling you a tale
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| Of a place so beautiful
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| Let it be your guidance
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| And it will wake you up from this dream
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| So, at last, we will cross
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| Our souls will meet
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| When the seas will run dry
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| And the lands will die
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| We are children in time
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| We grow old each day
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| Repentance is a path
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| That we can not walk for long
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| And at last we will meet in your dreams |