Latimer
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When he rides, my fears subside,
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For darkness turns once more to light.
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Through the skies, his white horse flies,
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To find a land beyond the night.
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Once he wore grey, he fell and slipped away
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From everybody's sight.
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The wizard of them all, came back from his fall
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This time wearing white.
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He has a certain air, as if he's never there,
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But somehow far away.
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And though he seems afar, like a distant star.
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His warmth he can convey.
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Nimrodel/The Procession/The White Rider
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