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Storm skies from the nights |
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Shadows of the forest lie inside |
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And gleaming emeralds in decorative tones |
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Brushed by the ice under circles |
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Her timeless beauty started to wither |
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A green voice in her heart |
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She touched the red leaves in sorrow |
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Oh my dreamless night |
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Again under the sea of moonshine of this night |
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Through darkened place in times of pale we have traversed |
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Do not fear the wounds of their swords |
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Let me dream of crystal lakes |
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Lit by the sun, the moon or the stars |
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Of green meadows and creations of elves and proud pagan hearts |
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Oh let me retreat 'neath fields embraced by winds and by your kiss |
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Oh you dwell in these ancient woods where the fantasy begins |
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Under dreamskies we will march towards the fortress of our love |
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The fair credence known to us will be as long as eternal kiss |