| As fires swept the sky
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| This holy ball of light
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| Some saw with joy and some with fright
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| They came alone
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| The two of them hand in hand
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| The third deep inside
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| Making promises, etching plans
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| They came alone
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| Leaving all they had behind
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| Their friends turned to ghosts
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| As they walked side by side
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| They came alone
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| Talking as they strode
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| Words of love, words of hope
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| To keep out the cold
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| Deny my love
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| Can’t deny my love
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| There with every step I’m losing faith
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| And fear has gripped my soul
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| «We'll be fine.»
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| He looks into her eyes
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| His world in the frame as their hands entwine
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| «We'll be fine.»
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| «There's many miles to go
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| The end’s still far I know
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| But there’s good men there I trust
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| We’ll be fine.»
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| There’s a creak in his voice
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| But she really has no choice
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| But take comfort in the lie
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| «We'll be fine.»
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| She kisses him goodnight
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| She holds him close inside
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| As the little one kicks inside
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| Deny my love
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| Can’t deny my love
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| There with every step I’m losing faith
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| And fear has gripped my soul
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| Deny my love
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| Can’t deny my love
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| There with every step I’m losing faith
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| And fear has gripped my soul
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| Oh, I’m losing faith
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| And, yes, fear has gripped my soul |