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I feel off light; light is my source |
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All evil thoughts and pathful memorties are washed away |
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By the radiance of golden spring |
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Standing as a flaming torch on the road of time |
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Past, present and future gathered in one force |
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Physical pleasure; summer is mine |
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I'm dying in the darkness |
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I'm living in the light |
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I'm but a song, a voice in the wind |
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And I feel like flying |
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The wheel has turned |
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The flame still burns |
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No more hiding under the ice |
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I'm but a song; the wind carries me on |
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The bird of light shall rise |
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I feed off ligh; light is my source |
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Past, present and future gathered in one force |
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Summer I greet thee |
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Thou art my time |
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And I feel like flying |
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The wheel has turned |
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The flame still burns |
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No more hiding under the ice |
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I'm but a song; the wind carries me on |
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The bird of light shall rise |
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As winter dies |
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Hot is the fire now burning |
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Bright are the songs they play |
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But when the winter spirits |
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Once more take the sun away |
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Will it be free |
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Will it be free |
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Will it be free |
