| Oh, lonely crawls the night
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| Like ink into a fountain
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| Oh, the day has lost its sight
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| Hope has fallen from its mountain
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| Shake your fist at the sky
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| Loose the arrow to its eye
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| Shake your fist at the sky
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| Loose the arrow to its eye
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| And stars with serpent eyes
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| They watch us cold and sly
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| And the river reflects their scorn
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| At our love broken and stillborn
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| Shake your fist at the sky
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| Loose the arrow to its eye
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| Shake your fist at the sky
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| Loose the arrow to its eye
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| There’s a castle in the snow
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| Whose windows throw a light
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| Against a crow black sky
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| For lonely flies the night
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| Shake your fist at the sky
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| Loose the arrow to its eye
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| Shake your fist at the sky
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| Loose the arrow to its eye
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| For lonely crawls the night |