| There is the tower
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| Like a solitary flower
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| Standing in the snow
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| As the wolves all wait below
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| And you’re walking on the ledge
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| Throwing bread crusts off the edge
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| As you sing in voice so clear
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| And my name I think I hear
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| Concealed within the theme
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| Then it disappears as steam
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| And I’m standing far below
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| Watching wolves you seem to know
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| As your voice still carries on
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| In your never-ending song
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| And my blood begins to boil
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| And my bones melt into oil
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| Hissing liquid in the snow
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| As my body melts below
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| And a ripple sends a beam
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| Of sunlight dancing in the steam
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| My now unfettered soul
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| Has direction I control
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| To your tower I draw near
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| But do I see a trace of fear?
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| The approaching sound of hooves
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| Now scatters all the wolves
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| You briefly watch the horseman ride
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| Then you quickly run inside
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| The rider’s weapons gleam
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| And the horse’s nostrils steam
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| There’s no time to reflect
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| Who is this man? |
| I must protect you
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| In your rider’s hand I see
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| He holds your prison’s only key
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| He glances up and glares
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| And then he starts to climb the stairs
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| I can tell you’re terrified
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| So I quickly go inside
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| Then I hear a fateful scream
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| As your soul joins mine as steam
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| We escaped the dreadful night
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| And as lovers soared in flight
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| Blissful weeks turned into seasons
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| But one day without a reason
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| Or goodbye you flew below
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| Back to the animals you know
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| Now you forever sing your song
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| With the wolves where you belong
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| Now quite alone I often dream
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| I hear you singing in the steam |