The day is getting shorter ... seems that life is at it's end
With the winds blowing heavily and the sky full of those dark cloud...
There will be a time when...
Two will be one and one will be all...
One from the north and one from the south
One with blue... icy water
One with red... burning fire
Bring together water and fire
And see the world with a higher desire
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