Roaming the streets at night
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Wandering stars will light
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This path to freedom's fight
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Until the dark will rise
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Where do we go
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When death comes walking knocking on our door
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At home
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Slowly we reach the light
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Beyond these words of white
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When we are so stood in night
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To make winter's morning skies
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Death comes and goes
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Across the lonely landscape of our lives
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Untold
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Sun it's never too late
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To find it's twisted fate
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Now that you're living on your own
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I'll go where the free birds flow
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You don't need to plan for me
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I sold my soul for free
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Sorry eyes better be told
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You're as right as life unfolds
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Once was a poet and a write
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Living inside my head
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One never spoke to the other
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But they still made their bed
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And laid on gazing high
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Praying which would tell
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Upon there's reason why
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Upon this sure he fell
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White Woods
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| The Wilderness of Manitoba |
