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In the eyes of the moon I see you |
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The face that brought my soul joy |
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In the reflections of the sun I feel you |
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The cross that brought me hate and pain |
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To the other side of the river my soul yearns |
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I am dying to meet you again |
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To the ruins of what once was a church my soul yearns |
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I am dying to meet you face to face |
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I remember the swwetness of the nights |
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Only me and you and the starlit sky |
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Now I have swallowed too many goblets |
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Of the bitter wine of anger you made me to drink |
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On that night rain fell not |
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On that night winds blew not |
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In the thick hot air |
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One dozen... two dozen |
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Torches appeared out of the chanting darkness |
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Simple minds certain of their ways being the best |
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I recall the last time I saw you |
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Screaming for me on that torchlit hill |
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And I sure will never forget you |
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Not before my sword cuts off your crow |
