while the cold wind blows
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the heroes return
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left are troubled souls
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that nothing but yearn
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for a better day
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for some rightfulness
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will their wounds get healed?
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rest body and mind
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let them sleep in peace
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their minds demand a release
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from the dread they hold, oh
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do I need to see
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what eyes can not bear?
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do I need to hear
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that nobody cares?
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for the things I have done
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and the things I've learnt
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are now scars in me
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rest body and mind
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let me sleep in deep
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and disembody the fear
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and the fright I hide
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but until then I will pray
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that I'll hold on to...
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Sleep in deep
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Bel Canto |