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On a winter's night, stars are cold and bright in the sky |
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The slumber of the earth is pure and deep |
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From a distant wood, drifts the echo of a beast |
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The old man stirs and awakens in the night |
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He stands before his window gazing at the grave |
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Forgotten dreams are flashing through his weary mind |
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And though his life is empty, he pretends that she's still there |
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With hunger in his soul, he yearns for life and love gone by |
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With memories his one and only joy |
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With all he has to give, he would give to bring back the life |
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And raise the one who lies beneath the snow |
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He lights a lamp and looks at pictures of the past |
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The faces of their youth still glow with new found love |
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But the picture's faded and time has stolen youth away, yeah, yeah |
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With a spoken word that he thought he heard from her lips |
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He felt another presence in the room |
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He was filled with fear but filled with joy he arose |
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And turned to face the image that he knew |
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She stood before him and her hand reached out for his |
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Peaceful light shone in her eyes |
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She said she'd come to soothe him and someday they'd be as one |
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She began to fade and her image disappeared |
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So he was left alone to face another night |
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But never in his life, had he been so held in awe |
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As he faced the apparition of his wife |
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He stood before the window gazing at the grave |
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And with a lightened heart he saw the first of dawn |
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He knew that she was waiting, that someday they'd be as one |
