| Turgid calls the winter charge
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| True adventures of awaking hearts
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| Nights are overwhelmed by gloom
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| We will see foxes in the moon
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| Valleys drop, mountains rise
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| Lift your head, brave the skies
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| All of the forgotten names
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| Lakes are forming on the pockets of your brain
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| And there in the distant glow
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| A shadow on shadow
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| At once so strong and weak
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| In the sunken lines they speak
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| You think it’s gone, my friend
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| But it comes back again
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| Senescence or senility
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| How long until you sleep?
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| Discarded for all it’s worth
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| Now it’s quiet under this fresh earth
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| Valleys drop, mountains rise
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| Lift your head, brave the skies
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| You think it’s gone, my friend
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| But it comes back again
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| And there is a final cry
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| A whimper and a sigh
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| And what was fast is slow
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| And what was brass is gold
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| Valleys drop, mountains rise
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| Lift your head, brave the skies
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| You think it’s gone, my friend
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| But it comes back again
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| You think it’s gone, my friend
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| But it comes back again |