In the eyes of the moon I see you
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The face that brought my soul joy
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In the reflections of the sun I feel you
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The cross that brought me hate and pain
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To the other side of the river my soul yearns
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I am dying to meet you again
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To the ruins of what once was a church my soul yearns
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I am dying to meet you face to face
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I remember the swwetness of the nights
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Only me and you and the starlit sky
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Now I have swallowed too many goblets
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Of the bitter wine of anger you made me to drink
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On that night rain fell not
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On that night winds blew not
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In the thick hot air
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One dozen...two dozen
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Torches appeared out of the chanting darkness
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Simple minds certain of their ways being the best
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I recall the last time I saw you
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Screaming for me on that torchlit hill
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And I sure will never forget you
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Not before my sword cuts off your crow
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Dying To Meet You
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Darkwoods My Betrothed |