| You know I went blind years ago
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| From staring at a woman in flames
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| I was a kid then with no shame
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| And she stood naked in that cave
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| And now all I see is her silver
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| silhouette
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| And now all I see is her silver
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| silhouette
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| There is a spirit who crosses these
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| woods at night
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| I only know him from the sound of
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| his wings
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| Beating the air, breaking branches,
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| scattering the leaves
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| And sometimes he calls to me, but I
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| just haven’t got the ears to hear
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| In these still and snowed in woods
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| Among the withered leafless trees
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| You may see by the light of a
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| forgotten day
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| A spotless owl spreads his wings
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| And flies away towards a purple
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| gleam on the horizon
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| And flies away towards a purple
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| gleam and you can hear him sing
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| Oh, open your EYES
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| Oh, open your EYES
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| Oh, open your EYES
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| Oh, open your EYES
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| And oh, open your EYES
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| This world is not so black and white
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| There is a color that will not die
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| The dawn of the day that never ends
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| The dawn of the day that never ends
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| The dawn of the day that never ends. |