| Long is the river, flowing to the sea
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| And in my blood a shiver, rising in me Across the horizon, far beyond the sky
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| Is a land that I dream of Where a sparrow takes flight
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| And you come to me like a flame
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| I warm my hands on the breath of life
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| Still haunted by the coldness that came
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| Torn between the love and sorrow inside
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| And you come to me like a thorn
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| A garland of roses around my head
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| Sweet and sacred as the sun
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| Beautiful 'til my fingers bled
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| Under the black, under the night
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| Under the darkest thing you know
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| There is a light, there is a fire
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| There is an everlasting glow
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| And I’ll meet you there, in the lilac blooms
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| And well dance and sing under the rising moon
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| And there is a place I know
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| Where a songbird sings high upon a hill
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| I can hear her from the knoll
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| When my breath is quiet ad the air is still
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| Under the black under the night
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| Under the darkest thing you know
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| There is alight, there is a fire
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| There is an everlasting glow
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| And Ill meet you there, in the lilac blooms
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| And we’ll dance and sing under the rising moon
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| And you leave me now for a while
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| Long is the journey to the other side
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| But I am comforted still
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| When I think of you smiling like a child |