| When will the morning come?
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| I wait in darkness so long
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| Will the sun ever rise again?
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| Hours flowing over me
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| I wait in vain for some change
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| Will light ever pierce this pain?
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| Riding on a humming bird’s wing
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| Caravans fleeing from the east
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| May the pilgrim join in the feast
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| How will the morning be?
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| I watched the dawn in my dreams
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| And imagined the day for years
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| Shall i feel warmth again
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| And feel it true when they say
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| That the day never ends in tears?
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| Riding on a humming bird’s wing
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| Caravans fleeing from the east
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| May the pilgrim join in the feast
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| Tell me please
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| How will it come
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| This release
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| A crack in the door
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| Shall i feel warm again
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| And feel it true when they say
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| That the day never ends in tears?
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| Beyond and back of the wind
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| Little birds fly into the sea
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| Morning light shine on me
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| Oh, tell me please, how will she come
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| Surrounding me, the opening door?
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| Riding on a humming bird’s wing
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| Caravans fleeing from the east
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| May the pilgrim join in the feast
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| Beyond and back of the wind
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| Little birds fly into the sea
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| Morning light shine on me
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| Riding on a humming bird’s wing
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| Caravans fleeing from the east … |