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Following the path as it leads towards the Darkness in the North |
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Weary strangers' faces show their sympathy |
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They've seen that hope before |
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And if you want to stay for a little bit |
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Rest your aching limbs for a little bit |
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Before you the night is beckoning |
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And you know you can't delay |
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You hear the night birds calling you |
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But you can't catch the words they say |
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Close your aching eyes beyond your name |
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Mist is swelling, creatures crawling, |
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Hear the roar get louder in your ears |
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You know the folly was your own |
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But the force behind can't conquer all your fears |
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And if you want to stay for a little bit |
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Rest your aching limbs for a little bit |
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Before you the night is beckoning |
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And you know you can't delay |
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You hear the night birds calling you |
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But you can't catch the words they say |
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Close your aging eyes beyond your name |
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Throw your thoughts back many years |
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To the time when there was life in every morning |
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Perhaps a day will come |
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When the nights will be as clear as on that morning |
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And if you want to stay for a little bit |
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Rest your aching limbs for a little bit |
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Before you the night is beckoning |
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And you know you can't delay |
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You hear the night birds calling you |
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But you can't catch the words they say |
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Close your ancient eyes beyond your name |
