| Who will get over the sea
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| with a sail as white as snow
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| Who should travel through the night
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| here to this island of death
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| Who will defy wind and waves
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| steer the ship into port
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| Who should get up on the quay
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| here in this desolate land
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| Who should walk through the city
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| during the rain without end
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| Who should walk in empty streets
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| up to this extinguished house
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| Who should lift the gate rule
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| heavy of darkness, black of time
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| Who will take the last steps
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| Who will bring me to life?
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| Who will come without fear
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| Who will knock on my door?
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| Who will enter the darkness
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| that which no one has dared before
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| Who will loosen my shackles
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| Who will solve my ties
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| Who should open the window shutters
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| Who should bare the stars
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| Who will take my hands
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| pry up my hot body
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| Who will thaw my heart?
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| Who will give me faith and hope
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| Who will give me the joy again
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| Who will give me strength and courage
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| Who will open my eyes
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| Who will give my mind peace
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| Should she come covered in purple
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| sable-brimmed, silk-clad
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| Should she come burdened by burdens
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| beggarly, ill-mannered
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| Should she come from the east
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| as the sun has its course
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| Should she come from the west
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| where the night begins again
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| Who will get over the sea
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| with a sail as white as snow
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| Who should travel through the night
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| here to this island of death
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| Who will defy wind and waves
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| Who will sing the song of life
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| Who's going to my camp?
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| Who's going to take me out of here |