When the cold of winter comes, Starless night will cover day. In the veiling of the sun, We will walk in bitter rain. But in dreams, I can hear your name. And in dreams, we will meet again. When the seas and mountains fall And we come to end of days, In the dark I hear a call, Calling me there. I will go there And back again.
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