Song of Lost Sunrise

Wind, wind
Course and blow
Bring us, bring us
Cold and snow

What soon makes even strong boughs break
Will shake the world beneath its wake
Though come morning, these eyes will close
Where we go, the priest says he knows
But I keep my doubt deep in my heart
From life I’d wish to not now depart

Wonder, wonder
Til’ the dawn
Wander, wander
Hung and drawn

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