Farewell, now, my sister
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Up ahead there lies your road
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And your conscience walks beside you
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It's the best friend you'll ever know
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And the past is now your future
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It bears witness to your soul
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Make sure that the love you offer up
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Does not fall on barren soil
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For the wind cries of late
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In the whispering grass
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Our way of life is held
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In the spinning wheels of chance
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I believe in a way of long ago
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And the sounds I believe rose our glow
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And we¡¯re changing our ways
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Yes, we are taking on different roads
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Tell me more about the forest
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That you once called home
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For the wind cries of late
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In the whispering leaves
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And the sun will turn to waste
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The heavens we build above
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Father, teach your children
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To treat our mother well
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If we give her back her diamonds
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She will offer up her pearl
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We must sing her creation song
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Jeune du monde
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Invoke the spirits that feed us
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This dreaming takes too long
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But I'm not bitter, no, I'm surviving
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To face the world, to raise the future
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So why don't you tell me, come on and tell me
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About the world you left behind
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Can you tell me?
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Tell me about the Forest
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| Dead Can Dance |
