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The wilderness of manitoba |
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St |
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Petersburg |
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He was just a servant in the kingdom |
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A place of birth where someday he would fall |
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Was laid to rest upon a bloody Sunday |
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Hurried inside the empty palace walls |
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When he fell before the ancient ruler |
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Victims for the freedom of the mass |
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Oh we hear of those who came before us |
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Shape of futures with them |
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Broken hands |
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I have longed to find her in the forest |
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Dressed in white and ivy by her side |
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The autumn clouds will gather all around her |
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Bringing all the fogs she needs to hide |
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She had many lives to live through seasons |
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Hidden in the curtains of the room |
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The golden sun will guide her through the winter |
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A daylight sense upon her sleeping true |
