(Kerry Livgren)
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On a winter's night, stars are cold and bright in the sky,
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The slumber of the earth is pure and deep
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From a distant wood, drifts the echo of a beast
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The old man stirs and wakens in the night
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He stands before his window gazing at the grave
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Forgotten dreams are flashing through his weary mind
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And though his life is empty, he pretends that she's still there
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With hunger in his soul, he yearns for life and love gone by,
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With memories his one and only joy
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All he has to give, he would give to bring back the life,
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And raise the one who lies beneath the snow
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He lights a lamp and looks at pictures of the past
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The faces of their youth still glow with new-found love,
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But the picture's faded, and time has stolen youth away
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With a spoken word that he thought he heard from her lips,
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He felt another presence in the room,
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He was filled with fear but filled with joy he arose
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And turned to face the image that he knew
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She stood before him and her hand reached out for his
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A peaceful light shone in her eyes
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She said she'd come to soothe him, and someday they'd be as one
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She began to fade and her image disappeared,
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So he was left alone to face the night,
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Never in his life, had he been so held in awe,
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As he faced the apparition of his wife
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He stood before the window gazing at the grave,
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And with a lightened heart he saw the first of dawn,
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He knew that she was waiting, that someday they'd be as one
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Lamplight Symphony
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| Kansas |
