In their veins still runs the blood of the wild
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Deep within their hearts the earliest of songs
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In their eyes the light of the first of days
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But the road is hidden
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And they are so far, so far away
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Staring into darkness... Something stirs inside
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A longing for something left long ago
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Delving into darkness... Cannot stay inside
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The moon is young and clear
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And the fire is drawing them near
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Now the wind calls
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A storm from the past
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Night falls
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And they're longing for the woods
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They gather in the shadows
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In their eyes a fire light
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Warriors and maidens fair
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Binded by a love implied
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Now the wind calls...
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In the shade i stand and watch them
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Like a scene from an ancient dream
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Trying hard to awaken the Gods
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In the hour of the fall
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But it was long ago and it was far away
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Will anyone hear the wild children's call
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Longing For The Woods - Part I: The Wild Children
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| Wuthering Heights |
