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There are some voices whispering in the dark
– carried along by silver cold moon beams
And those are voices that whispers of the past
– dark shadows with haunting scary screams

As I`m swimming in the cold northern streams
I have one hope when shadows comes fast
– You, are hidden deep inside my dreams
And I dream the final dream – the very last

You, are my sun in the dark of the night
You, are my eagle under moonlit skies
You, are my eyes when I lose my sight

You – you are my last bright light

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