| Ever since we danced in the dark parade
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| Something old was born anew
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| In spite of all the good things
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| Your good God has made
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| Everything I touch turns into you
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| Everything I touch turns into you
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| Ever since my eyes perceived your face
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| There was little doubt that I could do
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| Anything to save my fall from grace
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| Now everything I see turns into you
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| Everything I see turns into you
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| And ever since my ears received your cold clear voice
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| Singing silver lines so soft and true
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| My destiny was written, I had no choice
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| Now everything I hear turns into you
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| Everything I hear turns into you
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| Each snowflake that falls
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| Achieves your subtle form
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| The howling wind calls
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| Your name in the storm
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| The frost in the ground
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| That turns into dew
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| Each sight and each sound
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| Turns into you
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| A statue of your likeness
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| Floats through my dream
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| Carved in ice and glacial blue
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| You’re in my heart forever
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| Or so it seems
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| Now everything I dream turns into you
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| Everything I touch turns into you
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| Everything I am turns into you |