walking through winter, through snow-white fields
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colder than cold ... for several weeks
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and the lost fire¢¥s burning miles away
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and the wind whispers stories in her ears
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and she¢¥s asking: "do you hear these heavenly voices?
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do you hear the preacher who wants you to pray?"
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and this night so much colder than every night
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and she says, she likes winter and winter-trees
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and the sun seens so far away tonight
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in the dark and deep, frozen water the light
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of the moon under which she dies
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of the moon under which we cry
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...death knocking at the door ... i must let him in ...
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life like a river flows ... outside ... stay alive!
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ten-thousand good reasons to survive ...
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and she¢¥s asking: "do you hear these heavenly voices?
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do you hear the preacher who wants you to pray?"
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walking through winter, through snow-white fields
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colder than cold ... for several weeks
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and the lost fire¢¥s burning miles away
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and the wind whispers stories in her ears
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stay alive! ...my dear ... i kiss your cold hands ...
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first time ... please stay alive ... i¢¥m loving you ... you¢¥re
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loving me ... imagine that you were at home ...
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this night ... please try it!
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don¢¥t leave me alone!
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This Time
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| Wolfsheim |
