| I wake in the darkness, no light by my side
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| I wake here amidst the trees to my own cry
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| A vision in my mind, a flash of crimson light
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| A projection of my fate, the reflection from the lake
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| There are no roses which outlive this cold
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| Or have you ever seen fresh petals on the snow?
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| Still in my dreams, through all the years
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| Piercing and powerful, this vivid sight appears:
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| She is not real, she never could be
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| I can’t give a reason to why
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| She still haunts my sleep
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| Imagine the feeling, the breaking of the chains
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| So pure and playful, dancing in my veins
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| Fly from your hideout and meet the rising rays
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| Even to this darkness the Dawn still finds a way
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| In all these journeys through
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| Flooded fields and plains
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| We searched for the Lakeside, the magic of this place
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| All my life — all my life
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| I’ve searched through all my life
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| The Lady of a Thousand Lakes is there
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| All this time — all this time
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| This time I’ve spent searching
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| The Lady of a Thousand Lakes was here
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| All is not given and she remains unique
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| Just like the World’s Child — she could be in you
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| Thus, we dance on petals with thorns stuck in our side
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| Could life be my wedding-day
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| This lady as my bride? |