A chill settles upon the land
But do not let it into your heart,
Do not let your life become bland,
Do not let us grow apart.
A chill settles upon the land
But do not fall apart
Make your final stand
Before you finally depart…
Come into this night
We will be alone.
You shall now no fright
But the fear of being lone
Come into this night
It’s cold as stone.
Yet so pure and white
And you will never bemone.
Come into this night
And do not moan
For the lost light
Which prevented you to atone…
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