Slowly and coldly the nights fall to day,
This dim mist covers my frosty city;
With the warm winds blowing the cold away,
I will hold your hands for eternity...
Like a prodigal son who's lost somewhere
I'll roam alone until you've heard my cries
And despite sorrows, I shall chant my prayer
Until the last star falls from paradise...
By Holy Gates of all Godly Towers,
I shall sing your song till darkness lessens;
Beneath the blossom of precious flowers,
Ancient voices will announce your presence...
...When I think of you in my sleepless dreams,
...Eternity's not as far as it seems...
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